Ramirez Gonzales.
I stare at the doctor, my mind is a grinding halt. Did I hear that right? Pregnant? Ariel is pregnant? My child—my blood—is growing inside her as we speak? The doctor’s words are a bomb and the room is so still you could hear a pin drop.
“What did you just say?” I ask, as though repeating it might prove it’s some kind of mistake. Maybe I misheard. Maybe the sleepless nights and the chaos I’ve experienced since we broke up has finally caught up to me, making me imagine things that couldn’t possibly be real.
But then Ariel speaks, her voice cracks like fragile glass. “How—no, it’s not possible. How can I be pregnant?”
Listening to her say that has confirmed that I didn’t mishear nothing.
The doctor, too calm for my liking, raises a brow. “Have you been having unprote
