Natalie’s pov
As I mustered the courage to speak, my voice trembled under the weight of the confession. "I'm... I'm pregnant," I admitted, vulnerability lacing every word.
For what felt like an eternity, Derrick sat in stony silence, his gaze distant, as if struggling to process the reality before him. The shock etched into his face left him almost statuesque, a silent witness to my revelation.
"Please say something, Derrick," I implored, panic surging through me. Tears welled in my eyes, threatening to spill over.
Suddenly, Derrick's composure shattered, replaced by a burst of wild, unsettling laughter. The sound hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the gravity of the moment, until he finally noticed my tears.
"Wait, you're serious?" His voice held a note of disbelief, a furrow
