Lillian
He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes glued to me the entire time. He looked disoriented and flummoxed.
" You're what?" He breathed, his voice a low whisper.
My chest ached, he didn't sound happy." I'm....I'm pregnant."
He stared at me long and hard, his expression unreadable. This wasn't how I visualised the outcome. It was supposed to be a happy news. He was supposed to receive the news with open arms.
" Are you ......are you sure about this?" His brows furrowed.
I clenched my fists at my sides; the onesie, our baby's onesie, was still lying on the wooden floor.
My lips curled." Yes, I am."
He shook his head from side to side as if in denial.
I scoffed." What?...you don't want a child?"
He opened his mouth to say something but shut it right back. His jaw ticked,
