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But she was also willing to be with me regardless of what day it was.
She hasn’t had a cycle yet.
I’d know because that was how intimate we were. I’d know because she never told me that she was bleeding.
Could she be pregnant?
Expecting my son or daughter?
The sweet vision of her as the mother of my child filled my mind. It sent my pulse racing. It caused a sense of fierce possessiveness to cloud my thoughts and all that I couldn’t help but envision now.
Her belly swollen with my baby.
Her body changing with the demands of nurturing our child.
Her reliance on me to protect them both.
Fuck.
What if sheispregnant?
All my protective instincts sharpened into obsession as I debated and wondered if this was happening.
Carina, pregnant with my child.
It sounded too good to be true.
But now that the very valid possibility was floating in my mind, I wouldn’t dismiss it.
I had to know. We had to talk and at least discuss the chance of her expecting.
I’d demand to know.
As soon as this dinner was over, I would get an answer from her, one way or another.
If we would be anticipating our future changing with the blessing of a child, I had to know how to fine-tune my plans for closing another chapter of her past.
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Ididn’t hurry home to take the test.
Fear held me back.
Worries pricked at my mind and kept me hesitant to justknow.
All day long, I talked myself out of taking the pregnancy test. Warring with myself to want an answer and not wishing to face how much more different my life would be, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Time was running out, though.
Elena stayed true to her word about being there for me.
She texted and asked if I had any news.
She even called and left a voicemail with a gentle reminder that I didn’t have to face this alone.
Yet, I dallied and put it off.
