Three Months Later...
- Graham Chandler -
"Babe, I gotta head to the clubhouse. I'll be back," I call down the hall to the laundry room where Tes is.
I'm surprisingly met with silence. "Baby?" I call again, heading down the hall.
When I reach the laundry room, I see Tes leaning against the dryer, one hand on her stomach and the other holding her up. A puddle of water coats the floor by her feet. Her grey tights are wet, making them a darker grey between her legs.
"s**t," I breathe.
Her head whips up at my voice and I see tears glistening in her eyes. "Graham, honey," she whispers.
I advance towards her and wrap an arm around her waist. She clutches my arms and her fingernails dig into my skin, making me grunt. "How you feelin'?" I question urgently.
She s
