“The doctor from the hospital.”
Her brows pull together in a frown. “What did she want?”
“To tell me I’m pregnant.”
Mila stares at me, wide-eyed. “Wait, seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Oh, my god, Ciara.”
“I know…”
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know. I honestly don’t know. I mean, I never thought I would get pregnant, at least not without seriously trying, so I feel like I should be jumping for joy. But…”
Mila sits beside me on the bed. “It’s all right to feel unsure. This is unexpected.”
“You can say that again.”
“Do you…wantit?”
The question hits me harder than I expect.
“I don’t know. I think so… yeah. It’s just kind of surreal right now, like it’s happening to someone else. But I think there’s a part of me that’s happy. Scared, but happy.”
“And Ronan?”
I groan, burying my face in my hands. “I hadn’t even thought about Ronan.”
Mila chuckles softly under her breath.
It’s the first time I’ve heard her laugh in days, and the sound makes the corners of my lips twitch despite everything.
“I don’t know how I’m going to handle him. I mean, look at how he’s acting right now. He won’t eventalkto me.”
Mila is quiet for a moment. “Do you think he would be angry at the idea of having a kid?”
“No, he wouldn’t be angry. I know he wants kids eventually, but he never explicitly said with me.”
My throat tightens at that realization, and it hurts more than I care to admit.
“He’ll probably just think it’s some ploy to fix things between us.” I fiddle with the edge of my towel.
“It might not be the worst thing. A way to break the ice.”
“Or it could end up being the iceberg that ends our relationship.”
Mila rolls her eyes at me.
“Sometimes I forget how dramatic you are.”
“It’s a gift. Anyway, I have an appointment on Friday morning to confirm everything.”
“Do you want me to go with you to the appointment?”
I glance up at her, surprised by how relieved I feel at the idea of having her there with me.
