Tabitha’s POV
I sit on the edge of the bed, my mind still spinning from the possibility I can’t shake. Pregnant. The word alone feels heavy, too big to process, too life-changing to wrap my head around. A part of me wants to deny it, to push the thought away and pretend it’s something else—anything else. But deep down, I know the truth. I can feel it in my body, in the way I’ve been feeling for days now.
I’m pregnant.
I press my hands to my stomach, a mix of fear and uncertainty flooding through me. What am I supposed to do? How do I even begin to tell Fabrizio? The thought alone sends a chill down my spine. He’s always so in control, so calculated in everything he does. How will he react to something like this? Something neither of us planned for?
My mind flashes to the way he looked
