Phoebe's mouth fell open so dramatically the couple at the next table glanced over.
Megan blinked once.
Twice.
Then, at the same time, "Craig Lesnar!!!" they both shouted in perfect unplanned harmony.
Merlina winced. "Guys…please, indoor voices."
But it was too late.
Phoebe had already slapped a hand on the table hard enough to rattle the coffee cups. Her eyes were blown wide with the force of a thousand overdue revelations.
She held up both hands suddenly, as if trying to physically stop the universe so her brain could catch up. "W-wait-wait, wait, wait," she stammered. "I don't understand. Did he knock you up before or after Belford?"
Merlina's face went hot. "Um… before I left Belford."
Both of Phoebe and Megan froze, exchanging glances.
"Whoa-What?." they said together.
"But I only found out after I left." Merlina added.
Megan shifted forward, planting her forearm on the table, her expression soft but curious. "So your kid's six?"
