Tabitha’s POV
The image of the ultrasound lingers in my mind, burned into my memory long after I leave the clinic. The tiny flicker, the heartbeat—it’s all so real now. The doctor’s words echo in my ears, but everything feels distant, like I’m watching it happen to someone else. Seven weeks. I’m seven weeks pregnant.
Fabrizio’s child is growing inside me.
As I walk out of the clinic with Cat by my side, the weight of the reality hits me all over again. This is happening. No more guessing, no more hoping for a different outcome. I’m going to be a mother.
“How are you feeling?” Cat asks, her voice soft as we reach the car. There’s genuine concern in her eyes, and I can tell she’s holding back her usual bluntness for my sake.
“I don’t know,” I admit, sinking into the seat. “It’s a lot t
