Ellen
I’m super bothered by Lydia’s presence. As we drive, she keeps making small talk with Christian, laughing at all his jokes and batting her eyelashes at him. I try to ignore it, focusing on the passing scenery outside the window, but the nagging feeling of doubt only grows stronger.
When we finally drop Lydia off at her house, I let out a sigh of relief and slump back into my seat.
Christian turns to me with a concerned look, taking my hand in his. “Hey, you okay?”
I shake my head, feeling tears prickle behind my eyelids. The pregnancy is making me so emotional, but I decide not to care and just pour my heart out. “I’m just...I don’t know. Nervous, I guess.”
“About what?” Christian asks, his expression softening. He looks so handsome and beautiful, and I just hate myself for bein
