It was supposed to be a farewell party. With just the two of us.
Jameson was going across the world for the next year to help those less fortunate. I was staying home, knowing that when he returned I’d finally be honest with him about my feelings.
That I was in love with him.
But the night wasn’t supposed to go the way it had.
Getting drunk.
Getting naked.
Sleeping with my best friend.
I couldn’t believe we'd crossed those lines until they blurred and all but disappeared. But I wouldn't--couldn’t--lie and say it hadn’t been everything I’d ever dreamed of.
And now Jameson was gone for the next year, and I was left here worrying about what the next step would be for us.
Because I found out I was pregnant with my best friend's baby and he knew nothing about it.
Reader Note: This was published in the Knocked Up: A Secret Baby Anthology.