Flair POV
Not pregnant. The words continued to echo inside my mind. I wasn't pregnant. The irrefutable proof had happened this morning and now I sat, with my head in my hands, Roscoe nudging me and whining softly as though in sympathy while I tried to gather my composure and my thoughts. It was silly, but for a moment, maybe longer than a moment, I had hoped, that maybe this time, it would have happened It was foolish, I hadn't been married to Grayson that long, and yet, I found myself yearning to be with child.
How was Grayson going to react when I gave him the news? I absent-mindedly allowed my hands to fall and patted Roscoe, who put his head on my knee. Most women didn't get pregnant the first month they tried, I tried to convince myself, but the disappointment was there nonetheless
