“Oh my,” I laughed, pressing a hand to my mouth. “The morning sickness is still brutal. This morning, I couldn’t even keep water down without—”

Marcus recoiled. He actually pulled back from me as if I’d slapped him, his face twisting with a raw, undisguised disgust.

“Can you not talk about your disgusting pregnancy stuff in front of everyone?” His voice cut through the happy chatter like a knife through silk. “It’s bad enough I have to hear it at home.”