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Typically when a girl finds out that she has a child there are steps involved. I mean, I had always expected things like an actual marriage (either before it or because of it), a skipped you-know-what and a "surprise you're pregnant!" followed by nine months of waiting. I'd always expected to be at least thirty and a doctoral candidate before any

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"Meg?" Calvin was on his way up to the Compound, still a bit waterlogged and sunkissed but fully dressed. He had a starfish in a jar, suckered to glass walls like it was hanging on for dear life.

He frowned before she even got a word out. "Meg, what's the matter? What happened?"

Something had to have happened, to get her running like this.

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I slow to a stop, walking in circles for a moment as I work to catch my breath panting slight. "I might...just...half to...kill you for the record," I gasp, pointing at him, before it sinks in that I haven't exactly given him a context.

I wave my hand in the direction of the Compound, the other on my side as I shake my idea. "You have no idea who I just met, but oh my god it's a doozy. Like nuclear wasteland, TS Elliot big."

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He opened his mouth to ask just how big could something be that 'they were lacking capital letters big' or 'about J. Alfred Prufrock big' but her expression, plus the death threat stopped him.

"What happened? Who was it? Was it..." Calvin thought briefly of who Meg would be least pleased to see. "Mr. Jenkins-pre kything?"

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I hadn't every actually considered the idea of a Mr Jenkins in any form arriving on the island and now that I do, my stomach turns slightly as I shake my head.

"No, no," I say. "This is, God, I should hit you." I take a deep breath. "My...your...our daughter."