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Sandra walks ahead, phone to her ear, and goes to sit on a sofa in the lounge area. Brody and I keep on towing our luggage towards the lobby.

I discreetly reach for his hand, and he responds to my touch with a strong squeeze. “Have I told you how safe I feel around you?” I say in a whisper.

“Not sure,” he smirks and launches me a sideways glance, “but you’re welcome.”

With that I elbow him in the ribs, but he barely changes his pace – firm, strong, and mighty. No one could tell that only a few days ago he lost a full pint of blood.

“Tell me… Is there something I can do to show my gratitude properly?” I ask, getting in line behind a group of girls, all staring at me.

“Yes,” he bobs his head around, pondering on the subject. “Let’s stash our things and I’ll tell you what.”

I squeal with delight, just imagining what’s on his mind. The group of kids keeps on looking at me, and I point to my own chest to try and confirm if they are looking at me.

“Do you guys want some pictures?” I say, smiling, opening my arms to be more inviting.

“Yes!” the smallest girl of the group says with a shrill, and jumps with excitement, running to hug me.

We take pictures, and we talk, and our check-in is postponed for about half an hour. But our time comes, and we get our key, and climb up the elevator to go share our single room.

“So,” I start asking Brody while I watch him organize his clothes, “what’s on your mind for us?”

“You’ll be disappointed…” he says under his breath.

“What is it, then? Don’t leave me hanging!” I beg.

He removes the last set of clothes from the suitcase, stores it inside the closet and begins to change into something more casual. “There’s a lab nearby. You’re finally getting that pregnancy test.”

“Oh,” I say, sitting down in bed, my luggage still untouched. “Well, better late than never, huh?”

Brody nods, without looking at me. I’m at a loss for more words. I’ve been putting it off long enough, I know. I am just scared of how the knowledge would change things between us and I am not ready to face that yet.

I’d been late before due to being in emotionally trying or stressful situations. And what I’d been going through lately was the scariest experience of my life. So, I really wasn’t sure if I was pregnant or not.

But what makes me nervous is that I’ve been feeling sick most mornings. Thankfully most of my shows are in the evening or at night so it hasn’t affected anything. I hope it stays that way.

“Did Sandra tell you there’s a production company wanting me for a solo tour?” I say, distant.

“No,” he says, putting on an olive-green t-shirt. “This is good right?”

“I guess…” I raise my shoulders to my ears, “I’m just not sure if they told her that before or after they knew I might be pregnant.”

“Nah…” Now he puts on a pair of jeans. “If you’re pregnant, that is only going to be a bonus. Everybody loves babies! Singers get pregnant all the time and it doesn’t ruin anyone’s career.”

“Yeah, but veteran singers,” I say, head hanging low, “I’m just a rookie.”

He sits by my side to put on his sneakers and catches my arm to kiss me and I feel reassured.

“Let’s go get you that test, and then we talk about it, okay?” He looks me in the eye while saying it. He makes me feel, once again, safe, sound and loved.

“Okay…” I smile, and with that, we leave the room and head for the street.

Since he’s in plain clothes, Brody wraps his arm around my shoulders, leaving me feeling giddy.

The lab is within walking distance, and all the way there I keep on looking for ways to delay our arrival. But even though are plenty of stores and distractions along the way, I realize there is no use putting it off any longer.

My breath catches as thoughts and worries plague my mind.

What if Brody acts different when he knows the truth? What if he is annoyed with me if I’m not, or worse, starts to neglect me if I am…

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