LENA’S POVIvy was wrong. She had to be wrong.There was no way I was pregnant. Absolutely no way. Except… why did my chest feel heavy, my stomach unsettled, and why had I suddenly gone off marshmallows? MARSHMALLOWS, of all things.I chased Ivy through the hall, my socks skidding on the polished wood floor as she bolted like she hadn’t just given birth hours ago. “Ivy! You just had a baby, how are you running this fast?” I shouted, breathless.“Mother’s strength!” she yelled back, cackling.Arlo’s voice drifted in from the porch. “What’s going on in there?”“Nothing!” I barked, right as Ivy burst out the back door screaming, “ARLO, LENA’S PREGNANT!”The silence that followed was deafening. Even the crickets outside shut up.Arlo turned slowly, barbecue tongs in hand, staring at me like I’d just sprouted a second head. Briar, beside him, blinked once, twice, before his lips curved into a wolfish grin.“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Briar muttered.“Ivy, you traitor!” I lunged, grabbin
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