AIDEN — POV
The waiting room they led us to was far too quiet.
Sterile.
Bright.
Alexia sat curled in the chair beside me, wrapped in a blanket, eyes glued to the tiled floor like it held all the answers she was afraid of. Her fingers had stopped trembling—but only because she kept them pressed into her lap, clenched like she was bracing herself for impact.
I couldn't stop watching her.
Couldn't stop hearing the nurse's words echoing in my skull.
"Could she be pregnant?"
And for the first time in… God, maybe ever, I wasn't sure if I was more afraid of yes or no.
"I didn't know," Alexia said suddenly, voice so faint it was almost inaudible. "I thought it was stress… I haven't been eating, and I've been so sick in the mornings, but I didn't think…"
Her voice trailed off. She shook her head.
"I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing," I muttered. "This isn't—Alexia, none of this is your fault."
She looked at me then, truly looked—like she couldn't believe I was being gentle.
