*Shelby*

"I can't believe it’s been six months since we last got together!" Aubrey said enthusiastically as the waiter poured a glass of wine in front of her.

I gripped my own glass, sliding it off to the side. I wasn't going to be drinking it in case I was actually pregnant this time. I knew that if I didn't have a glass in front of me, my friends would immediately start asking if I was. They’d both asked me on separate occasions when Michael ...