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Being pregnant wasn’t a lot of fun.
“Getting a bit old?” Eloise frowned andmade her way up to the counter. Her jeans no longer fit her, andshe had no choice but to go to sweatpants, elasticwaist skirts, and dresses. Shemissed her jeans. “Since when is dressing up too old foryou?”
“I must be more responsible. You heard Mom.”
“That was months ago and you and I both knowthat you do as you’re told for a little bit, and then go out andhave your fun.”
“I’m not going to do that anymore,” Dorothysaid, not quite meeting her gaze.
“Okay, you always sucked at lyingbefore. What’s goingon?”
Dorothy turned away, to straighten the boardbehind her. Eloise had already done all of that, so it didn’t workas a distraction.
“Stop lying and just talk to me. Whatis going on?” Eloiseasked.
Dorothy sighed and turned back toward heronce again, fidgeting with stuff.
“Enough,” Eloise said.
“I, uh, I think I’m to blame for whathappened,” Dorothy said.
Eloise frowned and stared at her sister. “AmI even hearing this right?”
Dorothy shrugged. “Look, I know Ihaven’t been the best sister.I’ve gone out and had my fun, and I’ve had a lot of fun, but I’venever…”
“Come back pregnant.”
“I’m not trying to be mean.”
“I know,” Eloise said.
“None of us know what is going tohappen. Even yourfucked-up asshole doesn’t know what is going to happen. I know Momis trying to keep it together, but you’re not having a normal baby.We can pretend all we want, but there’s nothing in the pregnancybooks that talk about a human that turns furry at the sight of thefull moon. I’ve even gone and asked a couple of the guys I’vefucked. They don’t know anything of a human delivering a wolfbaby.”
Eloise put her hand up. “I get it. This isall new, and it is scary.”
“Are you afraid?”
“Yeah, but I can’t allow myself to think about it. Italready sucks with how this is happening.” Tears filled her eyes,and then she gritted her teeth. “I hate crying and it feels likeevery couple of minutes I’m bursting into tears. There’s a lot I’mtrying not to think about. I don’t want to think about what Beausaid to me that day when I told him I was pregnant. I don’t want tothink about how it feels and the fact that I had fallen in lovewith him. I loved him, but he clearly didn’t love me.” She stoppedand sniffled, wiping beneath her eyes, attempting to take the tearsaway. “I’m terrified of raising a baby. I always thought when I waspregnant, I’d be married or at least dating someone for a longtime. I thought I’d be in a loving relationship. Not one where theguy thinks I cheated on him.”
Dorothy rounded the counter and pulled herinto her arms.
“I hate crying,” she said again.
“I know, but it’s the hormones.”
“I hate hormones. I hate coffee. I hatespicy food.”
Dorothy held her even tighter.
“And with everything going on,” Eloise said. “I’m trying notto think about the fact that if this goes wrong, I’ll be leaving ababy to you and Mom.”
“Don’t think like that.”
“It is a possibility, though, right? It is what has you andMom scared.”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“I hope I don’t die either. I’d love tohave a child, even if it’s like this.”
