SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
The ride home was quiet.
Too quiet.
The kind of silence that forces you to think about everything you’ve been trying to ignore all day. I sat in the back of the car, fingers tapping against the window glass, trying to breathe normally but failing.
I did it.
I actually told him.
The words kept echoing in my head. “I’m pregnant.”
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. A part of me wanted to cry from relief. Another part wanted to scream for how uncertain everything still felt. Liam didn’t yell. He didn’t run. He didn’t look at me like I was a burden or a problem.
He was… shocked. Yeah. He was definitely shocked. But he didn’t look disappointed.
That was new for me.
I walked into the apartment, the door clicking softly behind me. The familiar scent of vani
