**Translation: The Mafia Queen**
Since the day I was born my father has prepped and trained me to be the perfect girl. Ivy League school, perfect manners, perfect personality and the perfect sense of humour. It was like he was raising a robot, not...
"Oh my god." I rush to the bathroom in Natalie's suite. I hear footsteps behind me, and Natalie grabs my hair as I hurl into the toilet. "You ok Bri? You've been throwing up all day." I wipe my face with toilet paper and look at nat. "Oh sh*t. No. No." Natalie pulls out her phone and rapidly texts someone. "Don't tell J-" "Of course not. I'm telling Gwen to get her a** over here right now."
"Sh*t sh*t sh*t." I get up from my position at the toilet and flop onto Natalie's bed.
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"What's the problem?" I roll over and see Gwen standing at the edge of the bed. "Somebody's been throwing up all day." "Really?" "Well you would've known sooner if you and Shane-" "Oh be quiet."
"So... why has she been throwing up so much?" "Remember... what I told you when you got here? When we went upstairs to do face masks?" Gwen's eyes widen. "No way." I groan. "Are you sure?" "I don't knowwwww." "Give me a second I'll be back." Gwen dashes our the door.
A few minutes later she comes back with a pregnancy test. "May I ask why you have that?" Natalie eyes Gwen. "No, I'm not pregnant. But you can never be to sure." She tosses me the pregnancy test and points to the washroom. "Go."
When I'm done, I place the stick on the sink and drag myself back to the comfort of the bed. "Two minutes right?" I ask, my voice muffled by pillows. "Yeah." We sit under silence until I hear a series of small beeps. "Here we go." I get up and grab the stick without looking at it.
"Ready guys?" Natalie and Gwen nod eagerly. I toss the test onto the floor, it rolls and stops. "Oh my god."
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"I'm going to be an aunt!" Natalie shrieks. "Shhhhh! Somebody could hear you!" "Why what's the problem?" Gwen asks. "I- nothing. It's just I was going to wait until after we got married to have kids." They get up from their positions on the floor to join me on the bed. "You'll be a great mom. And I'm sure that Jax will be ecstatic to hear the news. Are you going to tell him at the party tonight?" I groan.
