“We’ll run some tests to confirm,” he adds, and I nod too quickly.
Hours later, the results come back, positive. Pregnancy. The word crushes me, and I collapse into Serena’s arms.
“Relax, it’s good news,” she murmurs as we ride home.
“You don’t understand.” I frown, eyes fixed on the blur of traffic outside the window.
“What don’t I understand? Do you not want children?”
“I never… really considered it.”
Her brows knit. “You’ve been having s*x without considering children?”
I sigh weakly. “Why did you think I religiously kept the pill on me?”
“Oh.” Serena goes quiet. “Well, you need to start thinking about it now.”
I am thinking. Hard. Having a baby should be beautiful, and the thought sparks this strange fullness in my chest, part panic, part joy. But fear slams down heavier. Beca
