(Sloane)
Three weeks later I told Mara.
We were in the break room between surgeries. Just the two of us. She had brought lunch from the place down the street and we were eating at the small table by the window.
She was talking about a patient from her morning shift when I said it.
"I'm pregnant."
She stopped mid sentence.
Looked at me.
"What?"
"I found out a few weeks ago."
She put her fork down. "Sloane."
"I know."
"You have been sitting on this for weeks?"
"I needed to process it first. Tell Kieran first."
"And Kieran?"
"He wants it. We both do."
She stared at me for a long moment. Then her face changed completely and she reached across the table and grabbed my hand.
"I am so happy for you," she said. Her voice had gone thick.
"Don't cry."
"I am not crying."
"You are a
