Aria's POV
The word “pregnant” had settled over the room like a thunderclap, reverberating in my mind over and over again. Pregnant. Damon and I were going to have a baby.
I couldn’t decide if I wanted to laugh, cry, or throw up. My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, which was, of course, completely flat. I couldn’t feel anything yet. No changes. No life. Just the weight of the news pressing down on me like the heaviest storm cloud.
Damon hadn’t moved either. He was frozen next to me, his dark eyes locked on the doctor like the man had just grown a second head. His hand was on mine, squeezing tightly, and though he didn’t say anything right away, I could feel the tension rolling off him. Damon—the man who could smirk through anything—was speechless.
“Pregnant,” I repeated aloud,
