It's been a month since that night at the party, the night you and Nate crossed that line. A drunken mistake. And now, here you were, sitting with your friends, trying to ignore the fact that you were carrying Nate's child, a secret you had no idea how to share.

Suddenly, one of your friends took a big bite of mozzarella noodles. You felt your stomach churn immediately. It was strange because you had always loved mozzarella noodles.

You were known for eating them at almost every chance you could get. But today? The sight of them made your stomach turn. You swallowed hard, trying not to react too obviously, but the discomfort was undeniable.

Nate, sitting across from you, suddenly stopped mid-sentence. His gaze sharpened on you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched you carefully. It wasn’t a stare of concern, more a quiet curiosity.

“What’s wrong with you?” Nate asked casually, his voice low, but there was a hint of something else there. “You’ve never had a problem with mozzarella noodles before.”