Chapter 8: Are You Pregnant, Sis?

Lizzie stood frozen in the doorway, holding a stack of fresh towels and a small glass bowl. Roman blinked. “Are those—” “Goldfish.” I completed. “I—I just came to drop off these fresh towels and...uh...” She lifted the bag. “Alyssa said this fishes need emotional support, and she thinks Roman has a ‘gentle aura.’” Her voice cracked on the last word as she blinked at the scene—me straddling Roman like a throne, hoodie rucked up, Roman shirtless and smug beneath me. “I’ll just…leave it on the dresser. You guys…carry on. Or not. Or do. Who am I to judge? Goldie says hi.” She rambled. There was a pause. “Lizzie?” I arched a brow as a smirk formed on my lips. “Oh. Oh no. I didn’t see anything. Carry on. Act like I wasn’t here,” Lizzie said, waving her hands dramatically as she backed up. “Lizzie, we—” I began, scrambling off Roman. “Nope. Nope. Doesn’t matter. I can’t even see. I don’t have my glasses on.” She squinted comically into the room, then did a fake fumble along the doorframe like