The past few weeks have been hectic. Autumn has always been the busiest season for the coffee shop, and subsequently, the book store. But since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, both shops are closing early today. The new kid is doing his first solo shift today, since Xania asked for the day off, which means I had to come in to supervise. He isn't doing too bad of a job, actually, allowing me to focus on the books.

But my usual exhaustion has started to creep up again. The last week or so, I feel like I can never get enough sleep. No matter how early I go to bed or how late I sleep in, I end up needing a nap by noon.

This has been hell since the book store and coffee shop are always busy. Usually, I am being called from the office to help, and while I love that we get so much business, I am just tempted to close the store for a few hours.

"Joey, you doing alright?" I call over, loading the last few drinks onto my tray.

"Yep," he says, eyes not wavering from the drink he is making.

Seeing that he seems to have everything under control, I grab the tray, moving out from behind the counter. "Alright, I'll be back in a few minutes. Just going to run these drinks out and bus a few tables." My eyes flicker over to the large antique clock above the door connecting the shop to the book store. We are closing at noon today, meaning the shop is only open for another forty minutes. "Have you started closing?"

"Already on it," he says, putting the last drink on my tray and wiping his hands off. "Almost everything is clean, and I just have to count stocks."

Giving him a smile, I watch as he gives a bright one in return. "You're doing a great job, Joey." A light blush spreads across his cheeks at my words, and he nods his heads. "Now, go ahead and start packing up whatever is left of the pastries. Anything that wasn't made this morning, put on the fifty percent off tray."

He nods his head again before going off to do what I said. Winding through the coffee shop is difficult. Every available seat is taken, a few people even choosing to stand around the couches or lean against the wall. It brings a smile to my face, seeing my business like this.

In the beginning, I was losing money, never making enough to make ends meet. But instead of closing shop like Aaron had asked me to do on multiple occasions, I kept persevering. It took a full year for me to finally break even, and now, business is booming. This is the only coffee shop in this small town, the nearest one being a ten-minute drive out of town to the closest fast food place.

Nearly everyone stops to greet me when I give them their drinks, chatting with me for a few minutes about the most inane things, while also complimenting the drink. It is nice to work someplace where I know nearly everyone's name, which is why I am completely thrown when I go to the owner of the last drink on my tray.

"Janette?" I say, watching as the women startles slightly, putting down her book before looking up at me with a wide smile and bright eyes. They are dark brown, framed by square glasses, making them seem to pop even more. Everything about her is delicate, the perfect epitome of an omega. "Decaf cold brew with vanilla cream?"

"That's me," she says, voice surprisingly deep for such a small thing. She takes the drink easily from me, setting it on to the table. It isn't until she looks down, giving me a perfect profile view, that a stirring of recognition settles in me. Something about her is familiar, but I can't quite place it.

"My fiancé thinks I'm crazy for drinking cold things when its raining outside, but I can't help it. This little gal makes me crave anything cold." She pats her stomach, drawing my eyes down to the roundness of it. She is so small it is easy to see her bump once I look, but the way she sits with her jacket resting over her lap hides it from view until she points it out. "And the coffee here is wonderful. I haven't been able to find anyplace that makes such a flavorful cold brew."

"Thank you," I say, eyes flicking over her face as I try to place her. I hate when I can't properly place someone, it makes me feel like I am an uneven ground. "We like to use coffee for the ice cubes, that way when they melt, it doesn't dilute the flavor."

"Oh, that's genius," she says, eyes lighting up. "That was always the one thing I hated about getting cold drinks. They lose their flavor as the ice melts, so you aren't able to savor them."

Chuckling, I wipe my hands on the waist apron I am wearing, letting my tray fall down to my side. "Me too. That's exactly why I decided to make the ice out of coffee, even if it takes a bit more time."

A smile spreads across her face, and that's when it hits me. Her hair looks more of an auburn color this close, which is what took me so long to place her. Add in the fact that I am not seeing her from a window while she kisses my soon to be ex-husband.

"Are you the owner?" she asks, her eyes wide in curiosity.

"Y-yeah." My words come out shakier than I intended, but I can't help it. The person my husband was cheating with on me is right in front of me.

"Well, It's nice to meet you..." She is clearly waiting for me to give my name, but my stomach is turning.

"I've got to go," I say, gesturing behind me. "New kid and all, don't want to leave him on his own for too long.

"Oh, okay," she says, not looking upset but letting her hand fall back down to rest on her stomach.

"Hope you enjoy the coffee," I murmur before making a break for it. Joey seems to be doing fine, and the shop is finally starting to wind down, so I head into my office.

The shock of seeing her is still coursing through me. What is even more surprising is that she did not seem to recognize me. That means that she either has no idea that Aaron was married when they were together or he just never put a face to the name.

And then her term for him hits me square in the face. She had called him her fiancé. Questions flood through my mind on how long they have been together and how long they have been engaged. Had they been trying for a baby or was this just a happy accident? She had seemed pleased about it and Aaron hadn't seemed upset when I saw him nearly a month ago with her across the street.

Is Aaron doing this to taunt me? Waving his pregnant fiance in front of his infertile ex? He is an asshole, and I have only come to further agree with Ollie's previous assessment as the weeks pass by and my husband starts to show his true colors.

The phone ringing has me swallowing back the lump in my throat, trying to push back the flood of emotions.

It takes a few seconds to find my phone at the bottom of my bag, but when I do, I answer it while flopping back against the old couch that I have been using for naps recently. "Hello?"

"Hello, is Milo Katz available?" a familiar voice says.

"Speaking."

"Hi, Mr. Katz. This is Dr. Cole, calling to talk to you about your test results?"

"Oh yes, I was just about to call you about those," I say, snuggling back into the couch.

"Sorry for the delay. With the storm that hit a couple of weeks ago, the lab we send out to was flooded. We were unable to get the results until earlier this morning."

"That's fine. Am I okay?"

"Well, actually, your tests are showing some interesting results," she says, the sound of papers being shuffled audible. "Your hormones seemed to have decreased significantly, except for a few key ones."

"What does that mean?" I ask, dread settling in my stomach. Terrible scenarios start whirling around in my head, every bad diagnoses flickering in my mind.

"To be honest, Mr. Katz. It looks like you were in the very early stages of pregnancy when these blood samples were taken. Would you be able to come in for another test sometime next week for a confirmation?"

"P-pregnant?" I whisper, eyes snapping open at her words.

"I don't want to jump to any conclusions without more testing, but I am leaning towards that diagnoses." My mouth falls open at her words, unable to say anything else. This is all I ever wanted, to have a kid, but now isn't exactly the best time. Despite this, I can't help but feel excited- nervous, yes- but excited even more so.

"I'll be there next week."

"Great!" she says, "Call my secretary as soon as possible to set up an appointment. See you then."

With that, she hangs up the phone, leaving me reeling. My hand drops down to my stomach, while the other one lets my phone fall precariously to the couch.

This shouldn't be possible. I'm infertile. Aaron and I had been trying for a baby for over a year and I didn't become pregnant. How is it that I am pregnant now, especially since my hormones were so out of whack? And the only person I had been with since I separated from my husband is Ollie.

"Oh god," I groan, letting my head drop down to my hands. I have to tell Ollie. This is something that is supposed to be difficult. Not only am I not supposed to even be able to get pregnant, but Ollie and I are both omegas. It is pretty damn difficult for an omega to get someone pregnant. Somehow, we had managed.

Packing up my stuff, I push myself up from the couch, knowing that I have to get home. Ollie didn't have school today, since they always have the Wednesday before Thanksgiving off. Even if I do not know for sure, I need to share this news with Ollie. He is my best friend, and he deserves to know, even if there is just a slight possibility. If I am being completely honest with myself, too, he is the only one I would want to be having a baby with right now. This thought spurs me on, pushing me out of my office and calling a small goodbye to Joey before leaving the shop.

It is raining hard outside, making the drive home a little longer than usual, but it gives me enough time to think. By the time I reach the house, my hands have even managed to stop shaking.

Just as I predicted, Ollie is waiting for me when I get home. He is bundled on the couch, Emmie in his lap as he watches some reruns on the television.

"Hey Milo," he calls. His eyes only turn away from the program when I don't answer him, crinkling in concern when he sees me just standing by the front door. "Uh-oh. What's wrong?"

"I'm pregnant, Ollie."