“What’s wrong?” he asks me.
I frown, not exactly sure how to explain my concerns without hurting his feelings. “We can’t,” I whisper. He continues to frown, but he doesn’t say anything. “I… I can’t get pregnant.”
“What?” he asks me, clearly confused. “I don’t understand.”
“My mom pointed out that I HAVE to shift next week,” I tell him and he nods. “I can’t shift if I’m pregnant.” I say, my voice barely a whisper, laced with concern that I’ve already messed up.
“Oh,” he says, and I can see that he’s thinking. “What if we already messed up?”
“I don’t know,” I tell him and shake my head. “Your mom said she shifted when she was pregnant with you. That if it’s early, it’s not as much of a concern, but…” I say, not wanting to voice my concern.
“I’m sure it will be OK, Love,” he t
