~Jasmine's POV~
I stepped into the bustling lobby of St. Mary's Hospital, the sterile scent of antiseptic hitting me like a wave. It was one of those gray afternoons in the city, where the skyscrapers loomed like judgmental giants outside the rain-streaked windows.
My hand instinctively rested on the swell of my belly...five months along now, and every day felt like a mix of wonder and frustration. The baby kicked softly, a little reminder that I wasn't entirely alone, but damn, it didn't make up for the ache that had been building between my legs for weeks.
I'd been single since the father bailed right after the positive test. Asshole thought a kid was too much commitment for his bar-hopping lifestyle.
So here I was, Jasmine Reyes, 28, navigating this pregnancy solo, my body betray
