Chloe’s Point of View
My fingers twist nervously in the fabric of Zayde’s shirt as I sit across from him, my legs folded beneath me.
The air in the room is suddenly a lot more tense.
He is quiet for a long while, and then his eyes meet mine. His expression is soft, but serious.
“How do you feel about the baby? I mean, what… what do you want to do?”
He asks, his voice gentle but hesitant.
I swallow hard. I have been waiting for this question since the second he said the word pregnant last night. I drop my gaze to my lap, pressing my palms flat against the blanket.
“I was shocked. I didn’t even know it was possible, not yet, not like this. So it was a surprise.”
I admit before glancing back up at him, my voice trembles a little, but I speak through it anyway.
“But even though this
