I busied myself preparing dinner for Crius and me. I made something special tonight because I had something very important to tell him. I still couldn’t believe I was pregnant—and that Crius was the father. If I hadn’t been so stupid, I could’ve told him not to finish inside me. Or maybe I should’ve just taken my pills, but it totally slipped my mind. I was just so caught up in the pleasure and happiness of being with him that I forgot those small details.
So here I am, two months pregnant and low on iron. No wonder I’ve been feeling dizzy sometimes. No wonder I’ve been hungry all the time. No wonder Crius smells so good!
I know he’s a good man—but this pregnancy was unexpected. What if he doesn’t want kids yet? I placed a hand on my belly and had been silently praying that he’d accept our baby. Something beautiful was growing inside me, and I was happy about it. I just didn’t expect it to happen this soon, especially with Corbin still gone. What am I going to tell him? Pretend the ba
