If the test came back positive...
I swallowed hard.
I sank back against the pillows and closed my eyes for just a moment.
I had forced myself to act normal for him.
Strong. Controlled. Unshaken.
Yannis already carried too much anxiety for a child his age. He didn’t need to see me unraveling.
He didn’t need to see fear on my face.
But pretending didn’t erase reality.
The nausea lingered — not as violently as before, but like a low-grade fever that refused to leave.
My head throbbed slightly.
Dizziness hovered at the edges of my thoughts.
My body felt drained.
Forty minutes passed.
Or maybe an hour.
Time blurred as I drifted in and out of shallow sleep.
Then—
A firmer knock sounded at the door.
I blinked awake instantly.
“Yannis?” I called softly, my voice heavy with sleep.
“It’s Petros, ma’am.”
His voice came through clearly. “I have the pregnancy tests.”
My heart skipped.
Then started pounding.
I forced myself upright — immediately regretting it as dizziness hit again — and pushed the blanket aside.
I walked toward the door on unsteady legs.
When I opened it, Petros stood there calmly.
Posture straight.
Expression unreadable but professional.
He held a small brown paper bag in his hands.
“Thank you,” I said quietly as I took it from him.
