Melia’s Point of View
I stare at the test.
I just… stare at it.
For a few minutes, I don’t move. I don’t breathe properly. I don’t think properly either.
Pregnant.
The word feels unreal. Heavy. Too big to fit inside my chest.
“I wasn’t expecting this,” I whisper to the empty bathroom. “Not now.”
My thoughts start spiraling immediately.
We weren’t planning this. We hadn’t talked about babies yet. Not really. Not seriously. I don’t even know if Alex wants a child right now. His work, the projects, the constant meetings… my stomach twists again.
“Okay,” I murmur, forcing myself to inhale. “Okay, Melia. Breathe.”
I press my palms to the counter.
“This doesn’t have to be bad,” I say quietly. “This can be good.”
After a few more minutes, I straighten up.
“I’m not going to panic,” I
