Lyla
I kept it a secret for another six weeks, so I was at least three months pregnant. That first trimester, the scariest one, has passed. I didn’t tell either of them. I just said I needed to go to the doctors. Conner was freaking out but trying hard not to show it. His leg kept shaking up and down as we waited in the doctor's office. I didn’t book with an obstetrician. Was this cruel of me? Absolutely, but was it funny, most definitely.
Kellen was staring straight ahead, was stiff, his jaw was clenched. He had hold of my hand and his thumb was rubbing the same spot over and over. He was mumbling something under his breath, and I was trying to hear what he was saying. I closed my eyes and concentrated on him.
“You’re going to be okay, you’re going to be okay, you’re going to
