At first, Felicia blamed stress.
It seemed like the most reasonable explanation.
After all, the last few months had been complete chaos.
The k********g.
Bianca’s escape.
The rescue.
The emotional rollercoaster of rebuilding her relationship with Markus.
Anyone would be exhausted after all of that.
So when she started feeling tired, she ignored it.
When she felt slightly nauseous in the mornings, she ignored that too.
When certain foods suddenly made her stomach turn, she told herself it was probably nothing.
She was busy.
Life was busy.
Everything was busy.
The last thing on her mind was pregnancy.
Mostly because it seemed impossible.
Not impossible in the literal sense.
Just impossible in her imagination.
She had spent years raising six children.
Six.
That number alone
