"Owen..."
"Hmm?"
"What if I'm not pregnant?"
The finger he's been using to draw circles on my bare tummy stops abruptly upon hearing my enquiry. He lifts his face to look at me, "Are you wishing you're not pregnant?"
"I want the baby as much as you want it," I continue playing with his hair as I've been ten minutes ago, "I just wonder what will happen if I'm not pregnant. We clearly never planned for this, so what will happen next if we get a negative?"
I don't understand why I'm asking this question because I clearly have the answer; we'd proceed with our life as we've decided three days ago before this pregnancy scare- me going forward with my life plan, and him out of my life doing whatever he's supposed to do, without me.
"I can join your summer trip to change it into a positive
