I can’t. I don’t know how. “I…”
He has a right to know.
“Talk to me,” he urged. Sighing softly, I reached up and held his hands again, lowering them between us to give myself the strength I needed to do this.
“Edward…” I stared down at the floor, suddenly feeling sick with anxiety.
“Baby, you’re scaring me.”
Baby…
“I don’t know for sure, but-” I took a few deep breaths, trying desperately to calm myself. It didn’t work.
He squeezed my hands encouragingly, giving me that final push to look up at him again.
“I’m late.”