The sun was starting to set, and I was sitting beside Gray, my hand gently rubbing his back. He was leaning forward, his hands on his thighs, his brows furrowed. His hair was slightly dishevelled because of how much he had raked his hand through it, and it hurt my heart to see him that way.
I leaned a little closer, my eyes darting across both of his. "How do you feel?"
He shrugged but said nothing, and I nodded. It would be very hard to understand how he felt right now. From vehemently refusing this child to now having to stick by him, from hating him for being a product of deceit to having to pity him and see his own reflection in his eyes, it was probably the worst place to be in.
The doctor that had gone into the room came out, removing the gloves he had been wearing.
"Doctor," G
