I’m lost for words, because telling him the truth isn’t something I want to do. It sounds so goddamn whorish of me. ‘Yeah, I’m pregnant, but before you get ahead of yourself, it may not be yours.’ Nope, not saying that.
“Willow?!” he says my name again, seeing I’m not answering. He’s trying to maintain his whisper, but the tests staring him in the face are freaking him out. I can see it. He wants me to—no, he needs me to answer him. Carefully, I slip out of bed, making my way towards him. My stomach is in my throat, feeling like I’ll hurl again. Grabbing his arm, I pull him into the bathroom, leaving the door cracked so we can still hear Millie if she wakes.
“I mean…” I gesture to all seven tests laid on the counter. “I think it's pretty obvious.”
“You’re really pregnant?” he asks, h
