Stacey lay awake, staring at the darkhaired man sleeping so peacefully close to her. She touched him gently, smiled as his face turned towards her touch.
Concern came flooding back to her.
How was she going to tell him? How was he going to react?
A heavyhearted sigh spilled from her. She slipped from the bed, pulling on his oversized robe.
She was sitting there, trying to get the words together in her mind when she heard his sleepy voice from the bed.
“It’s cold baby, come to bed.” The way her shoulders slumped and the bow of her head, rang alarm bells in his head.
She hadn’t been herself today.
He padded over to her, the cold now the farthest thing from his mind.
“Stacey, honey. Tell me what’s going on. I’m really getting worried now!”
His hand engulfed her small ones and she sat there, staring at the contrast.
A cold feeling made its way through his veins.
“Stace look at me. Do you have something to tell me?”
Her eyes met his, she was nervous, he could tell.
His mind was screaming the reason for her nervousness, but he refused to accept it.
“Are you calling this thing off?” His heart was breaking and his breath was caught in his throat.
Silence.
She only stared at him, trying to get the courage to tell him.
He jumped up, pacing up and down the room.
“For fuck’s sake tell me!
She lifted her head, took a deep breath and let the words spill from her mouth.
“I’m pregnant.”
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