Rachel
Since I was still an employee, I had health insurance and didn’t have to consult Evan about doctor’s visits. Which was good, because I needed time to process my feelings and assess the possible consequences.
My ob-gyn had a large waiting area with a freshwater aquarium. I grabbed a magazine as I sat down, its headline boasting something about the freedom of pregnancy s*x. I was reminded of the way my orgasms had been so much more intense since I first suspected I was pregnant.
Or they were, for a while, before I confirmed the pregnancy with an at-home test and couldn’t stop thinking about it. The new life inside me consumed my thoughts, day and night.
Evan knew something was off and had asked me what was wrong a couple of times. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. Giving hi
