Rebecca
I sat in the doctor’s office with my legs crossed tightly, my fingers tapping impatiently against the arm of the chair.
This was ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.
There was no way I was pregnant.
The doctor had to be wrong, or maybe their machines were faulty. I had spent the last few days convincing myself of that fact over and over again.
Pregnant? That was impossible.
I leaned back against the chair with irritation boiling inside me as I stared at the clock hanging on the wall. Every second passing only worsened my mood.
What kind of hospital takes this long for simple test results?
I exhaled sharply and folded my arms.
The moment the door finally opened, my eyes snapped toward it immediately.
The doctor walked in calmly with a file in his hand while wearing that anno
