Page 113 of I Loved You First

She exhaled a shaky breath as she set the glass down. “She says I’m pregnant.”

He felt his eyes go huge as he stared at her. “What?”

She nodded, moving her shoulders in a jerky shrug. “They make patients do a pregnancy test after you check in—the whole pee in the cup thing. Mine was positive.”

Frowning, he shook his head. “Did they grab the wrong cup?”

“That’s what I asked, but Dr. Miller gave me a pelvic exam to confirm. She says I’m seven weeks.”

He raked his fingers through his hair, still trying to grasp what Fiona was saying. “I have to believe that an OB-GYN knows what she’s talking about.”

Fiona’s shoulders jerked again as she grabbed several pregnancy tests from one of the bags, handing them to him. “I was convinced she made a mistake, so I stopped at the pharmacy to buy every reputable brand on the market. They all say the same thing.”

He studied each stick. Some flat-out said Pregnant, while others had two lines or a plus sign in the center of the result field.

“This wasn’t supposed to be able to happen. This wasn’t supposed to be possible without intervention. I didn’t do this to trap you, Cam.”

His gaze whipped up to meet hers, seeing easily enough that she was still in complete shock. “Fi, I know that. We made the decision not to use condoms together.”

“This can’t be right,” she said more to herself than to him as she rapidly blinked back tears. “I bought more tests that I haven’t peed on yet,” she choked out in a whisper.

“Fi.” He set the tests on the counter, pulling her against him, wrapping her up in a hug. “I think it’s safe to say you’re pregnant.”

She sniffled, nestling herself against him. “It wasn’t supposed to be this easy. That’s what both doctors told me. I can’t make myself believe it.”

He rubbed his hands up and down her back. “It’s definitely a bit of a surprise.”

She huffed out a breath against his neck. “I’d say that’s an understatement.”

He held her tighter, realizing he was grinning as the news he’d never expected to hear started sinking in. “We’re having a baby, Fi.”

She nodded as she eased back, then stepped away from him.

His smile disappeared. “You’re not happy?”

“I don’t—I can’t let myself be. I have an ultrasound at noon. Dr. Miller wants to make sure I don’t have any new fibroids. My hormones in early pregnancy can cause them to grow quickly. She said they can cause miscarriage or pre-term birth.”

Suddenly, the joy of such a special moment turned to fear. “You said something about cramping last night…”

Fiona shook her head. “I talked to Dr. Miller about that. She said mild cramping can be normal—that my ligaments are most likely stretching.”

“That’s okay, then?”

She nodded. “She didn’t seem overly concerned.”

“I want to come with you, Fi. To the ultrasound.”

She nodded again. “I’ll ask Felix if he can watch Brady. His office is a couple blocks away.” And then she burst into tears.

“Fi, come here,” he said, pulling her back against him.

She returned his embrace, quietly sniffling. “I want this so badly, Cam. I want to have this baby. I don’t know what I’ll do if something’s wrong.”

He pressed a long kiss to her forehead. “Let’s see what they say at the appointment.”

She nodded, wiping at her tears. “I’ll text Felix.”

“Dad! Fiona! Come see the video I made. Grammy and Grampy are going to love it!”