Stephanie's eyes flew open wide as a smile spread across her face. "You're pregnant?"
"No!" I said, suddenly shocked. She was a pediatric surgeon, after all, and was used to dealing with pregnant women. "No, I'm just not feeling well. Now, if you'll excuse me " I said, heading toward the bathroom, not waiting for an answer.
"Honey, if you're pregnant, we can help you," Stephanie said, following me down the hallway. That was the last thing I needed.
"I'm not pregnant!" I yelled just before I vomited into the toilet, having had just enough time to raise the lid.
"Leila," Stephanie said, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. "If you're pregnant with Steven's baby, then we have rights as grandparents "
"Get out!" I yelled, not in the mood to be having this conversation. "Get ou
