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period?” Courtney yelled from the other room.
    Once the illness passed, Maggie flushed the toilet and sat back on her heels. When had her last period been? She counted backwards, trying to remember the last time she’d gone in for a birth control shot. That was when Maggie realized that it had been more than six months since her last shot, and probably a month or more since her last period.
    Not good.
    “Maggie?” Courtney called. “At least tell me you’re alive and you haven’t died of some weird food poisoning, although given your eat-everything-you-see take on life lately, that wouldn’t be a shock.”
    Maggie got up from the floor and rinsed out her mouth. She stared in the mirror and wondered how she was supposed to deal with this latest hiccup in her life. If—and that was a big if as far as she was concerned—she was really pregnant with Jacob’s child, that meant she had to make a huge decision where he was concerned.
    “Maggie? Seriously, you’re freaking me out here.” Courtney’s voice moved down the hallway as if she were coming to look for Maggie.
    “I’m fine,” Maggie called back.
    “So.” Courtney leaned against the doorjamb. “When was your last period?”
    “Over a month, maybe closer to two.” Maggie exhaled a ragged breath. “I don’t really have periods with my shot, but we went to Club 599 the first time right before my cycle should have started.”
    “Okay.” Courtney pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Considering the symptoms you’ve had going on lately, I’d say there’s a pretty good chance you’re pregnant. But we should totally go to the clinic to find out.”
    “Like now?”
    “Yes, like now.” Courtney shot her a narrow eyed glare. “Paralegal has mafia boss’s love child. Can’t you see how this is a big deal?”
    “I don’t have to…” Maggie trailed off. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. She wasn’t even sure how she felt. “Jacob is a really nice guy, Court. He’s nothing like what you’d think. I don’t know much about the mafia or crime rings, but Jacob is probably the nicest guy I’ve ever met. How is that possible?”
    Courtney slung her arm around Maggie’s shoulders. “Criminals aren’t all assholes, Maggie. The problem is that what he does for a living is going to mean that if you’re with him you’re probably going to be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life. Is that what you want?”
    “I don’t know.” Maggie honestly couldn’t say. “When I think about what it would be like to be with Jacob on a regular basis. You know, go to sleep beside him, wake up next to him, laugh and cry and act stupid with him, all of the regular life stuff. It’s kind of a nice thought.”
    “And the jail time is what?” Courtney prodded.
    Maggie felt herself getting stubborn. “Wives don’t have to testify against their husbands.”
    “Wow, you’ve already got yourself married to the man.” Courtney sighed. “Let’s start with a pregnancy test. There’s a women’s clinic a few blocks down that has Saturday hours. We’ll start there and see if we even need to worry about the rest of it.”
    ***
    “I’m sorry, did you say I’m halfway through my first trimester?” Maggie was having difficulty wrapping her mind around what the doctor was saying.
    “Yes.” The doctor appeared to be in her mid to late forties. The sympathetic and somewhat maternal expression on her face was not helping Maggie feel any better. The doctor patted Maggie’s hand. “I take it this was neither planned nor necessarily welcome?”
    “Oh, I wouldn’t say it’s not welcome,” Maggie hastily amended. “But I definitely wasn’t expecting it.”
    “Pregnancy is often unexpected.” The doctor’s tone suggested she was about to go into a pre-rehearsed spiel about options. “I can give you some information about abortion or adoption if you’d like. Is the father involved at all?”
    “Actually, I’m pretty sure he has no idea