My first reaction was confusion. How could I be pregnant? “I don’t understand,” I said.
Dr. Williams handed me a piece of paper. “These are the results of your blood work. They clearly show that you’re pregnant. You’re a couple of weeks along now.”
“I don’t understand,” I said again.
My first thought was that they were Bob’s, which was terrible news. What if he wanted to be a part of their lives? The last thing I needed was to be tied to Bob forever. Just being divorced was bad enough, considering he couldn’t seem to leave me alone.
Then it dawned on me that the timeline didn’t add up. “You said I’m a few weeks along?”
Dr. Williams nodded.
“Oh.”
It hit me like a brick wall. They were Barn
