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“What the fuck, Liv?”

“I’m going to bed. Maybe you should go back to your place for tonight.”

I turn, but the second I walk past him, he grabs my arm and spins me into him. His dark eyes hold mine captive, the anger and frustration mixing with worry and sadness.

“No. I’m not leaving until you tell me the truth.”

I shake my head.

“We’re in a relationship, Liv. That’s how this shit works. We don’t lie to each other and we sure as hell don’t keep secrets!”

I snatch my arm away and step back. “We do when we’re not ready to share.”

“What could you possibly know that you’re ‘not ready’ to share with me?” He raises his voice. “’Not ready’ is absolute bollocks. Complete shit! Tell me.”

“I can’t.”

“I don’t do secrets, baby girl. Tell me right now or that’s it.”

My chest tightens at his insinuation. “You’ll probably leave anyway when you find out,” I whisper insecurely.

And there it is. The real reason I can’t tell him.

I’m too afraid that, once I say those words, those two tiny words, he’ll walk right on out that door and I’ll be alone.

“What? I don’t…” He runs his fingers through his hair. “Stop fucking around and tell me!”

My chest burns with my hurried breaths. Oh hell. I feel sick.

“Tell me!”

“I’m pregnant!”

My words ricochet off every surface. They echo, ringing in my ears, until they finally peter out into silence.

I’m still standing here, my arms around my stomach, only now my eyes are on the floor. I can’t look at him. He’s not talking. He’s not moving. He’s breathing though, and that’s the only noise in the apartment right now.

“Pregnant?”

“I found out this morning,” I answer quietly. “I went to my OBGYN and she took out my implant and confirmed it.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you call me?”

I step back into the wall. “I was in shock. I still am.”

“When is the… You… Us… Shit.” He exhales loudly. “When is the due date?”

Is it mine? is what he’s really asking.

“I don’t know for sure, but the test said I’m five weeks. My OBGYN guessed mid to late December. I have an appointment with her in two weeks. She said she’ll know better when she’s seen the baby.”

“Seen the—seen the baby? Like a scan?” His voice trembles.

I finally look up. He looks like he’s seen a ghost. I don’t blame him.

I feel like I have.

“Yeah.” I nod slowly and hug myself tighter. “Like an ultrasound.”

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