AMELIA
I burst into laughter – a full-on bloody cackle that lasted for a good three minutes.
“Now, that was rich,” I chuckled as I tried to regain a little breath. “I have to admit it, it was good”.
But Devon seemed totally unfazed by my fit of laughter – instead, he was calm and collected.
“I wasn’t joking,” he said, shrugging, his hands in his pockets. “You’re pregnant, Amy”.
“That’s impossible” I replied. “If you truly want to know, I just had my period – I haven’t ovulated yet. No egg, no baby – it’s simple as that”.
Devon raised his hands in a peaceful gesture – a clear mockery.
“Your reasoning has no fault, as always – but you’re missing a little, yet crucial detail”.
I sneered. “What?”
He chuckled. “You had s*x”.
“Are you f*****g serious or …”
“Let me clarify –
