Kyra**
The automatic doors of the clinic slid open with a soft whoosh, letting in warm air and the faint sound of city traffic. I stepped out first, arms crossed, sunglasses low on my nose, my purse clutched a little too tightly.
Zaire followed behind, his long strides relaxed but his mind wasn't.
We walked in silence toward the parking lot.
Both unsure of what to say now that the news had been spoken aloud.
I was pregnant.
He was the father.
And neither of us knew the first damn thing about each other.
I stopped at my car, digging for my keys, but my fingers were shaky.
Zaire noticed. "You alright?"
"I'm fine," I said too fast.
He didn't call me on it. Just leaned against the passenger side of my car, watching me with unreadable eyes.
"You want me to drive you home?" he aske
