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With the party in full swing, Fiona walked out of the office onto the deck. “Okay, you two! Which one of you is pregnant?” She asked in front of the entire pack, holding up the pregnancy stick with the two blue lines, and everyone went silent, looking at both Sarah and Meg. “So much for waiting till we got home!” Sarah said between crunched teeth. “Who says it’s one of us?” Meg challenged Fiona. “It was in your upstairs bathroom, Megan Black.” Fiona raised an amused brow. “F@ck, she’s angry. She only uses my full name when she’s angry.” Meg whispered, smiling. “Anybody could have used my bathroom if they wanted to do a pregnancy test PRIVATELY Fiona.” Megan retorted, and Fiona walked up to the two of them. “Oh? As if the pack would use your private bathroom when most of them have ba