since I was eighteen.

Apparently being forgetful a few times caught up with

me.
I’m beginning to show, but it’s cold out so it’s been easy to hide. No one
suspects a thing when you have on a baggy sweater and a jacket.
I know I need to tell someone soon, but I feel like Ryle should be the
first one I tell, and I don’t want to do that over a long-distance phone
conversation. He’ll be back in six weeks. If I can somehow keep things
quiet until then, I’ll decide where to go from there.
I look down at Rylee and she’s smiling up at me. I make silly faces at her
to make her smile more. There have been so many times I’ve wanted to tell
Allysa about the pregnancy, but it makes it hard when the secret I’m
keeping is being kept from her own brother. I don’t want to put her in that
kind of situation, no matter how much it kills me that I can’t talk to her
about it.
“How are you holding up without Ryle?” Allysa asks. “You ready for
him to come home?”
I nod, but I don’t say anything. I always try to brush off the subject when
she brings him up.
Allysa leans back into the couch and says, “Is he still liking
Cambridge?”
“Yes,” I say, sticking my tongue out at Rylee. She grins. I wonder if my
baby will look like her. I hope so. She’s really cute, but I might be a little
partial.
“Did he ever figure out the subway system there?” Allysa laughs. “I
swear, every time I talk to him, he’s lost. He can’t figure out whether to take
the A-line or the B-line.”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “He figured it out.”
Allysa sits up on the couch. “Marshall!”
Marshall walks into the living room and Allysa pulls Rylee out of my
hands. She hands her to Marshall and says, “Will you change her diaper?”
I don’t know why she asks him that. I just changed her diaper.
Marshall scrunches up his nose and lifts Rylee out of Allysa’s arms. “Are
you a stinky girl?”
They’re wearing matching onesies.
Allysa grabs my hands and yanks me off the couch so fast, I squeal.
“Where are we going?”