Emma
I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, my brain found something new to panic about.
Pregnant.
Derek.
Five positive lines might as well have been flashing behind my eyelids, even though there had only been two tests.
By eight, Jake was in the kitchen making coffee.
I took one smell of it and changed my mind.
“No?”
“Apparently coffee has betrayed me.”
“That’s serious.”
“Possibly unforgivable.”
His mouth twitched.
Normal conversation felt strange this morning.
Good strange.
“Dr. Chen can see you at nine,” he said. “I can wait outside, in the waiting room, or come in. Whatever you want.”
“Come in.”
“You sure?”
“I don’t want to explain everything twice.”
“Okay.”
No argument.
No questions.
Just okay.
I was getting used to that.
Maybe that scared me too.
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Dr.
