“Hey, I’ll bet I can guess what you’re ordering,” I say to Senia. “The stuffed French toast.”

She looks up from her menu and turns to Claire. “Do you hear someone talking to me?”

“You heard me loud and clear last night,” I reply with a grin.

Claire looks up from her menu. “What is he talking about?”

Senia finally looks in my direction and the glare she’s pointing at me could slice me in half. But, somehow, it’s not Senia’s glare that gets to me. It’s the subtle outrage in Claire’s question.

I’ve always tried to keep my feelings about Claire to myself. When she and Chris were together the first time, before we went on tour last year, I managed to keep my comments about Chris being whipped to a minimum. The truth is I’ve always kind of envied what Chris and Claire have, though I’ll never admit that to anyone. But it’s not really the love that I envy, it’s the trust. The feeling that no matter how bad you screw up, there is always someone who will accept you and love you for who you are; not because they have to, just because they can’t not love you.

I thought I had that with Ashley, but it turns out I didn’t know shit about her. You can believe you’re destined for someone – you can share the most gut-wrenchingly intimate experience with someone – and still not know a damn thing about them. And there is irony in learning that you can’t trust someone you love because it makes you stop trusting yourself.

The waitress arrives in time to ease the tension and take our food order. Once she’s gone, Chris whispers something in Claire’s ear and I find myself glancing at Senia’s hand, itching to grab it and announce our secret.

Suddenly, I realize Chris and Claire are having a discussion about living together over breakfast and right in front of Senia and me.

“Of course I want to live with you,” Claire continues, “But are you sure you want to live with me?”

“Wait a minute,” Senia interrupts their conversation. “Are you moving out?”

It’s as if Senia and I – and this entire restaurant – don’t exist, the way Chris and Claire gaze into each other’s eyes. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he replies.

Claire grins hugely as she turns to Senia. “I guess I’m moving out, but not until the end of the semester.”

“That’s eleven days away,” Senia pouts. “I have eleven days to find another roomie?”

“I’ll pay your housing for the next semester,” Chris offers. “Not just Claire’s half. I’ll pay it all.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll pay it,” I say, watching Senia for her response, but her eyes are locked on Claire.

“It’s not the money,” Senia insists. “My dad will cover Claire’s half.”

All I can do is watch in silence as Claire contemplates her options. “I don’t want to leave you alone,” she says to Senia.

After everything Senia and I discussed last night, I just want to yell at her to put Claire out of her misery. I wait a moment before I open my mouth to say something, but Senia beats me to it. “I’m pregnant.”

Claire is frozen, stunned, for a moment before she looks back and forth between Senia and me. “How? You and Eddie have been broken up for three months.”

Ugh. I can’t stand that guy’s name. Sounds like a fucking sleazy truck driver.

Senia’s shoulders slump as she shrinks in her seat. “It’s not Eddie’s.”

Claire is confused until Senia nods toward me. “When? What the hell’s going on?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell you because of everything going on with Abigail,” Senia continues. “It was just a one-night thing a few weeks ago and, we were careful, but I didn’t get my period last week.”

She just lied to Claire and said we used protection. I try not to laugh out loud at this.

“Wait a minute. A few weeks ago?” Claire replies. “Thanksgiving was two weeks ago. I thought you were going to tell him to stop texting you.”

“We ran into each other at Yogurtland and it just sort of happened. I didn’t give him my number. I mean, I’m not stupid.”

“Hey!” I interject. “How about a little gratitude for the guy whose seed is sprouting inside of you?”

“Ew,” Senia replies without looking at me. “That’s why I was wondering how he got my number and texted me on Thanksgiving. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it, but I was ashamed of myself for giving in. I was feeling so shitty because Eddie kept texting and calling. I just wanted to do something to take my mind off of him.”

I suppress my feelings about hearing his trashy name as I softly lay my hand on the back of her neck. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.”

As expected, she pushes my hand off. “Stop it.”

I smile as I lean back, but the look on Chris’s face quickly wipes the smile off mine. He looks like he did the day he ran into Claire at The Pour House in Downtown Raleigh; the day he found out that Claire had been keeping the worst kind of secret a person can keep from him. He shoots up from the table and heads for the exit.

I stand up to go after him, but Claire puts her hand out to stop me. “Not now.”

Watching her chase after Chris, I try not to get upset when I realize that Chris needs her more than he needs his best friend. He always has.

I take a seat in the booth and Senia is looking at me with an expression on her face that looks slightly like admiration. “What?”

She smiles and sighs softly. “You’re a good friend.”

I roll my eyes because this topic makes me feel uncomfortable. No one – not even Chris – knows that he basically saved me from a life of crime and drugs when he asked me if I wanted to start a band.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t belittle it. You’re a good friend,” she insists, then she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before she continues. “And you’ll make a great father.”

I stare at the table for a moment, lost in thoughts of what it will be like to hold a human being that I made in my hands. I can write a song and I can play it until my fingers bleed, but I can’t carry music in my hands. I can’t touch it or smell it. I can’t give it my heart.

I look up and her gaze meets mine. “Move in with me. Let me take care of you.”

Her mouth hangs open at the sound of my words. I reach forward and lift her chin with my finger to close her mouth. She pulls my hand away from her chin and I smile as her mouth drops open again.

“I … I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why? I’m not far from campus and you won’t have to worry about telling your parents about the baby until you’re ready.”

“Not far from campus? You’re at least thirty minutes from UNC. Besides, living with you is not something I would consider a smart decision.”

“I’m not asking you to move in so we can have worry-free sex all day long. I’m asking because you need someone to take care of you now that Claire is moving out.”

“Can you ever be serious? Is that really your best attempt at convincing me to move in with you?”

I reach forward and she flinches a little as I take her hand. “You need to stop being so stuck in your head and just learn to go with the flow. We all know you’re smart and independent. We get it. How about you show us you’re willing to let go of your pride and do whatever it takes for your baby?” She looks slightly offended by this, so I add one more bit of information in my attempt to convince her. “I promise to keep my hands to myself … if you do.”

She chews on her bottom lip as she contemplates this proposal. It takes everything in me not to brush her hair aside and kiss those lips. Finally, she smiles. “You like me.”

“What?”

“I see the way you’re looking at me. You don’t just want my golden egg. You want the whole goose. You. Like. Me.”

I chuckle at this comparison. “I’m not sure if you’re referring to the baby or your pussy as a golden egg, but, either way, let’s keep this to ourselves. Yes, I want you. Yes, I … like you.”