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.”
AAAAAA what?! lol that means the end is close =(
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