As they stepped back into the familiar surroundings of the café, Della felt a mix of emotions swirling within her. The news of her pregnancy had shaken her world, throwing her into a whirlwind of uncertainty and apprehension. She knew that she needed time to process this new reality, to come to terms with the weight of responsibility that now rested on her shoulders. But she wasn't sure if staying here was the right thing to do now. She knew that she could never risk Xavier finding her.
“Oh, Della. Good to have you back. Let me make you a lovely drink.” Mrs Thompson bustled around them, her motherly instincts kicking in as she fussed over Della, ensuring she was comfortable and had everything she needed. Michael stood by quietly, his eyes filled with concern and support.
Della sat down
