I’m going to have Ethan’s baby, and we’re not even together anymore. I’m going to have a baby, something Jack never wanted, something I’ve dreamed about since I was younger, something that should undoubtedly make me happy.
“Fiona? You okay? Are you feeling sick?” Isla’s arm wraps around my shoulders as she picks up the small trash can and holds it in front of me. Was I happy about this? I don’t know. I never imagined having a baby by myself.
“A-a little,” I mumble through my hand.
Nurse Sherri rushes over, holding the trashcan for me. Isla continues to rub my back reassuringly as Doctor Wilson begins to speak again. “I’m sorry, I should have eased you into this a little more. If this is an unwanted pregnancy, then there is still time to—”
“No!” I cry, lurching forward. “I may not ha
