I froze.
Trevon stepped inside, holding a bouquet of roses.
His expression softened when he saw me sitting there.
His eyes moved to the counter.
He stopped walking.
For a second, the entire world felt like it paused.
His face changed.
Hope?
“You pregnant?”
My mouth went dry. “Yes.”
He stepped closer. “You serious?”
“Yes. But if you are not ready, we can discuss options.”
He grabbed my hands before I could even answer. “Naomi, I would never make you do that…”
His voice sounded different.
Soft.
Excited.
“You carrying my baby?”
I didn’t answer.
Because I couldn’t.
He pulled me up into a hug anyway.
“I knew something was off with you.”
He laughed a little.
“I knew it.”
His hands rested on my stomach like it already belonged to him.
“We fixing everything,” he said.
“We getting married.”
My heart sank into my chest.
Because standing there in his arms…
All I could think about was one thing.
This baby might not be his.
