"I'm pregnant," Vessa said again, slower this time. "With a baby. It's yours."
Kat sat up, and the pillow went off the side of the bed.
"Since when?"
"It's early, the healer says. Her name's Orsola, she has a little shop in the lower quarter behind the fish market, and she confirmed it this morning. I only went because I threw up on Ottavia's stew yesterday and Ottavia took it really personally."
"Who else knows?"
"Orsola, me, Samara, and now you. Samara walked me there and held my hair on the way back." There was a pause on Vessa's end and a muffled voice that was definitely Samara saying she hadn't held anybody's hair. "And I want to tell my moms in person before anyone else finds out, so you can't tell yours. Not yet. If Seris knows tonight, Greta knows by breakfast, and then I don't get to see Camille's face."
"Okay. Okay, that's fine. That's fair." Kat had swung her legs off the bed at some point and didn't remember doing it. "Are you eating?"
"Yes."
