I stared at the paper in front of me, then back at Zack, then back at the paper. “We’re what?”

“Married,” Zack said, grinning like this was the funniest thing that had ever happened. “And we have a baby.” He held up the plastic doll with one hand, wiggling its stiff arms. “Meet our child, Mrs. Martin.”

I groaned, dropping my head onto the desk. “I knew I should’ve skipped today.”

“Come on, don’t look so miserable,” he teased, nudging my shoulder. “At least you got stuck with me and not someone who actually takes this seriously.”

I lifted my head just enough to glare at him. “That’s the problem. You won’t take this seriously. Which means I’ll be doing all the work.”

Zack scoffed, putting a hand to his chest like I had wounded him. “I can be responsible. I’ll have you know, I once kept a goldfish alive for three whole days.”

“Before it drowned.”

“Fish don’t drown, they—okay, not the point.” He shrugged, flashing that same boyish smirk I had seen a million times before. “Look, if we’re gonna do this, we might as well have fun. We can be, like, the cool parents.”

I sighed, crossing my arms. “So, what? We just ignore the baby and pretend we’re living the carefree life?”

“Exactly! See, this is why we’re best friends. We get each other.”

The baby let out a robotic cry, and Zack immediately shoved it toward me. “Okay, Mom. Time to do your thing.”