The air catches in my throat.“With… Drake’s?” I whisper.She nods.For a second, I can’t even breathe.“You’re… pregnant,” I whisper again, as if saying it might make it make sense.Mia’s hands are clasped over her lap, knuckles white, but her face—gods—she’s glowing. “Drake doesn’t know yet,” she
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