Ivy’s POV
I’m pregnant. I’m f*****g pregnant.
Okay, I don’t know that I’m pregnant, but I’m definitely late. Like, “this is how the world ends” kind of late.
And my body? That b***h is betraying me.
My boobs feel like someone punched them. I burst into tears watching a dog food commercial this morning. It was a Labrador and a dying grandpa, and I was sobbing like I’d known them my whole life. Hormones? Or hell knocking on my door? The jury’s out.
I stare at the calendar app on my phone, jaw tight.
Five days. Five. f*****g. Days.
“f**k,” I whisper under my breath, pacing my bedroom like a lunatic in fuzzy socks.
I’m wearing his hoodie, Alexander’s, because clearly I have no shame, and it smells like expensive cologne and sin. Every inhale makes my stupid heart flutter. And now I mig
