~ Evie ~
This is getting worse every day. I'm sitting here in the waiting room at the doctor's office - four and a half months along, and it feels real. Too real. The chair's uncomfortable, and I'm trying not to shift around too much because Marcus is right next to me, smiling like he's the proud dad or something. How did he even get here? He just showed up at the house this morning, all "I heard about the appointment, thought I'd come support you." Support me? Bullshit. Dad let him in, of course, because he still thinks there's a chance it's Marcus's kid. Claire too - they're both holding out hope for that rich guy connection. And me? I feel like throwing up, and it's not just the pregnancy.
Marcus leans over, his voice low like we're sharing a secret. "You okay, Evie? Need water or any
