FAYE
I sat in Alexander’s chair in his office, staring at the test result in my hand for what felt like the hundredth time. My fingers traced the edges of the paper nervously, as though the motion would somehow steady my heart. It didn’t.
The tiny print on the sheet seemed to pulse in my vision... positive. I’d whispered the word so many times it had lost meaning, and yet every time I said it again, a new wave of disbelief washed over me.
I was pregnant. And I was both excited and nervous at the same time.
I leaned back, exhaling shakily. “Okay, Faye,” I muttered under my breath. “You can do this. It’s just Alexander.”
That earned me a quiet laugh. Somehow, that didn’t make it any easier. The Alexander part was the problem in the first place.
I looked around his office... his perfect
