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I suck in a breath, my heart faltering from its steady pace. A surge of something similar to panic rises up and hits me like a hurricane, my mind not able to connect the words I’d just heard, and everything I thought I knew.
Pregnant?
My stomach clenches up in a tight knot, as a fresh wave of nausea rises through my chest. I swallow around the thick knot in my throat, my chin lifting as I meet Fiona’s eyes.
“What did you just say Fiona?” I demand.
“I’m pregnant,” Fiona answers.
“When did this happen?” Every word is coated with disbelief.
“I’ve known for a while now, but I didn’t want to say anything till I was certain about it. So you’d understand why I wasn’t willing to give up on us so easily. No child of mine is going to be born a b.astard.”
I can feel my eye twitch.
Fi
