ANNIE
“Are you pregnant?” Clara asked, and my eyes widened.
I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth. “What?” I chuckled awkwardly. “There's no way that is even possible.”
She glanced at me, slightly raising her eyebrows. “I don't believe it, you know?”
“Why?” I asked, placing my palm against my chin dramatically. “Do I have a tattoo on my forehead suggesting it to you?”
She didn't reply, and for a moment I thought I'd successfully convinced her otherwise, until she cleared her throat.
“I'm no kid, Annie.” She laughed. “And I've been with Nate long enough, so you can trust me.”
Oh, so this was where the conversation was headed?
“There's no way I'm pregnant.” I insisted, my voice breaking mid sentence.
I suddenly lost every desire that existed deep within me earlier, and pushed the c
