A torrent of emotions surged through me, swirling in a confusing blend of disbelief, fear, and an unexpected flicker of hope. My voice, when it returned, was barely a whisper. “How long have you known?”
“Not long,” she replied, her voice fragile and trembling like a leaf in the wind.
“A few weeks.”
A few weeks. Those words echoed in my mind. Questions flooded in.
Why hadn’t she told me sooner? Why here, in a hospital, rather than somewhere private? But as I looked at her, all those questions dissolved into a single, undeniable reality: Claire was carrying my child.
The child we’d once talked about, dreamed about, in the fleeting moments of calm between our many storms. The child that seemed impossible amidst the ruins of our relationship, now an undeniable truth binding us together again. “What… what now?” I asked, unsure of anything, least of all myself.
What happened next changed everything…
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