-Amber-
I was sitting in one of the examination rooms while Everly paced around, unable to sit still. I shook my head as she started rifling through the medicine cabinet full of drugs.
“Sweet. Morphine!” she exclaimed.
“Everly!” I scolded.
“What?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
“Put that away!”
“Why?” she questioned, and I continued to shake my head. “Am I making you nervous?”
“I’m worried, okay? But not about you.”
“Hey, you’re the one who was happy about the positive test,” she reminded me, walking closer.
“I am!”
“But?”
I looked down, watching my legs swing back and forth, wearing only a thin hospital gown. “Ronan is still angry at me,” I whispered.
“You’re the one who doesn’t want to tell him about the baby. I’m sure he would forgive you right away,” she assured me.
