After a long month of holding back and trying to understand the mystery behind my pregnancy, I revealed my test results to Ajax. I thought maybe he would know something that I was missing. Maybe he would remind me of that one time we slept together that, I don’t know, slipped my mind?
I didn’t even know what I was thinking.
I just wanted to know what was wrong with me.
Or if I was going crazy.
Ajax looked at me for a brief moment, the wheels in his head turning, and frowned.
I thought he was about to be angry. Thought he would accuse me of having an affair behind his back. I didn’t.
But how was I supposed to prove that?
I could barely prove to myself it was even real.
To my surprise—or shock—Ajax pulled me into a hug and congratulated me. He said he was really happy and that he cou
