Are You Pregnant, Sis

POV: Hazel

Tessa stood completely frozen in the doorway. She was clutching a stack of folded fresh towels in one arm and a small, round glass bowl in the other.

Victor blinked from beneath me, entirely unbothered by his half-naked state. “Are those—”

“Goldfish,” I finished for him, staring blankly at my little sister.

“I—I just came up here to drop off these fresh towels, and... uh...” Tessa