Fiona
Sinking back into the couch, I curl into Isla’s side and take a deep breath. A baby. I’m having a baby, a little version of me, or a little version of Ethan.
My heart constricts painfully in my chest, and I sigh.
“Should I tell him?” I murmur, laying a hand on my belly. It’s still flat, which isn’t a surprise since I’m not very far along. I tried to do the math and look back, since Doctor Wilson said I was four weeks along. Almost a month and I didn’t even know it.
Though, she said the pregnancy must have happened after my last period, which makes even more sense because I never missed a period. I guess I would have if I’d gone a little while longer without going to the doctor.
“Tell who? Ethan?”
“Yeah. He is the father, so—”
“Hon, I think you need to give it some time b
