“Wh-what?” Laila whispered, confusion etched on her face.
“You’re pregnant,” Dr. Lin repeated.
Laila collapsed onto her knees and sobbed, shaking her head. “No. No, you’re lying.”
Constantino crouched next to Laila, his eyes wide. “You’re serious?”
When Dr. Lin nodded, Constantino scooped Laila into his strong arms and pulled her into the air. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and cried into the crook of his neck. I stared at them in awe.
Or at least, I tried.
I opened my mouth and shut it about a million times, attempting to make sense of the words that Dr. Lin had just spoken. Deep down, I wanted to be happy for Laila because she had been trying to carry a child for years now. But I feared what that would mean for us … for me.
for me.It was selfish. Extremely selfish.
But
