Chapter 70

His

s drilled into mine, a deep concern veiling them, “Can’t it be for any other reason?”

“Like what?” I couldn’t deny I was fishing for something more.

His lips barely moved as he spoke, “I just want you to be well.”

“…Sounds like something you’d say at a family Thanksgiving dinner.”

A thought flickered through my mind, and before I knew it, a smile crept up, “Save it for Timothy’s birthday bash next month.”

Wishing me health. Wishing himself a lifetime of happiness with Margaret?

When the nurse came to draw my blood, I instinctively pulled back as she disinfected my arm, my body tensing up.

I was scared. I’d always been scared.

As a kid, it was always Dad who held me, with Mom gripping my other hand, coaxing me through every needle and every blood draw.

And there were always rewards.

had been decent. A common cold here,

or not, was grown up

“Don’t be afraid.”

warm hand enveloped mine his thumb gently caressing the back of my hand as he soothingly

“You being

it hurt

hurts. I’ll bear the pain with

me, now half-kneeling by my side, filling my heart and yet,

too low, he didn’t catch it. “What

I shook my

are better

the blood draw, I was off to the ultrasound room the head doctor

Chapter 70

Bryant waited outside.

then handed me tissue to wipe

Bryant would find out about the pregnancy sooner or

soon.

head doctor had told her who I was as the examining doctor smiled at me, “Mrs. Ferguson, you’re pregnant, aren’t you

“I… know.”

together,

now. Look, you can already see tiny hands and

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