On the drive home, Natasha, the usually bubbly Natasha, sat unusually silent. Her face was pale, and her mind was far away. She rested her head on Clara’s shoulder, uncharacteristically withdrawn.
"Natasha," Clara started softly, careful not to sound too harsh, "I know it’s not the right time, but you have to understand… you’re partly responsible. You’re not a child anymore. You should’ve taken precautions."
Natasha blinked, her eyes glassy, as if Clara's words were the least of her worries.
"Clara, you think I didn’t know that?" Her voice cracked.
"He… he wanted to start a family with me. He said he wanted a child, our child." She looked away, her fingers trembling.
"I was just so overwhelmed. I let my emotions lead me, and I gave myself to him without thinking."
Clara winced at th
