She starts checking monitors and observations and Lorenzo doesn't let go of my hand.
The doctor makes a note on the chart. "Your breathing sounds good."
I feel relief wash through me. "That's encouraging."
"It is." She smiles and then looks back at the chart. "Has anyone spoken to you about your bloodwork?"
I frown. "What bloodwork?"
The doctor looks up. "Mrs. Mariano, you're pregnant."
I stare at her, unable to stop the panic rising through me. "What?" I whisper.
She glances down at the notes again and nods. "Approximately eight weeks."
My mouth opens in shock. "Eight weeks?"
"Yes."
I look at Lorenzo, his gaze is firmly on me, watching me carefully and something twists in my chest. "You knew."
He nods. "The doctor told me last night."
I stare at him in shock. "And you didn't tell me?"
"You were unconscious."
I narrow my eyes at him, hating that he’s making sense. I look back at the doctor, the word pregnant ringing in my head, and it starts to make sense: the sickness, the exhaustion, and the nausea. They were all signs that I was pregnant. I am pregnant.
Oh my God.
My hand goes to my stomach before I even think about it and the movement makes something inside me crack. I'm struggling to wrap my head around this.
"Wow," I breathe, as a lone tear slides down my face.
"Your blood work looks good," the doctor says. “We’ll do an ultrasound before you’re released to ensure everything is perfect.”
"Ultrasound ?” I echo.
The doctor nods. “Yes, we’ll be able to see your baby, just to check that everything is okay and the baby’s progressing as it should be.”
My breath catches in my throat. A baby. Mine, no, ours. Last night I couldn't breathe. Oh God, I could have lost our baby.
A sob escapes me and within seconds I’m a sobbing mess as I press my hands against my stomach where our baby is.
"Hey." Lorenzo's hands cups my face. "Look at me."
I look at him through blurry vision as I continue to sob.
"Quinn?" he asks and I can hear the worry in his voice.
I shake my head and press my hand harder against my stomach.
"We almost lost the baby," I sob.
"She's fine," he says. "You're fine, and our baby is fine." His voice is calming.
I breathe in. "She?"
