Pregnant For My Husband’s Father
I just sat there, stiff, the doctor’s words echoing in my head over and over.
“Doctor… what do you mean I’m pregnant?” My voice trembled, even though I already knew the answer.
“It means there’s a little baby growing in your womb,” Clara said with a light laugh, like I didn’t already know that.
But it wasn’t ignorance that made me ask. It was denial.
I bit down on the pillow to keep the tears from spilling, my chest tightening until it hurt.
“Is she okay?” the doctor asked, looking at Clara.
“She’s fine,” Clara replied quickly. “She’s just… too happy to know how to react.” She forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes.