Wren
[Two Days Later]
“Congratulations! You’re two weeks pregnant, Miss Carlisle.” The doctor, Felicia, smiles warmly at me.
I inhale sharply. Everything in me stills, completely.
A lump slides down my throat. “H-how?”
“Uh…” she frowns. “I don’t think—”
“I m-mean we were careful, my partner and I,” I explain, heart pounding. “I’m on the pill.”
“Oh dear, sometimes these things happen. Having a baby is…”
My brain tunes her out as I slowly splay my shaky hands across my belly.
A baby.
How could I not have noticed that I’d missed my period? I’ve always taken the pills, religiously.
But more importantly, what would Ezra say? We never got to properly talk about our future, babies, marriage.
Tristan is still out there, Reggie. Ezra’s not taking my calls, Ray and I are not on speaking
