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“Yes,” Kairo says. “For me. But also because I don’t want your parents to accuse me of making you sick.”

“Fine,” I say sweetly, kissing the tip of his nose. “I’ll drop by the family doctor on my way home.”

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DEVON

“You’re pregnant.”

I stare at the nurse in front of me as she rocks back and forth on a small, rollable stool, and laugh. “Excuse me?”

“You didn’t know?” She looks up at me through her bangs, then sweeps them to the side with a flick of her head.

“I—no, there has to be some sort of mistake. I was here yesterday because I was feeling under the weather and the doctor took some samples because she suspected a kidney infection. What do you mean, I’mpregnant?”

“It’s common to check to rule out quite a few things,” the nurse continues. “I’m really sorry, I thought you knew.”

“Knew?” Bolting up from my seat, I walk away from her to the other side of the room. “There has to be some kind of mistake. I can’t be pregnant. I’m on regular birth control.”

“When was your last period?”

“I don’t get them ever since I went on the pill. It gave me weight and took away the bleeding, which I’ve been happy about since I was sixteen. You’re wrong. I’m not pregnant. I can’t be.”

“Have you had sex in the past six months?”

I freeze.

This is a bad dream.

It has to be.

I have only just let Kairo into my life.

I let down my walls and invited him into my bed.

We had the mostincrediblenight of my life and I face the chance of a real, honest relationship with a man who seems to actually want to spend time with me.

A baby?

No.

This is nonsense.

It can’t be real.

I can see his mother’s face in my mind already, accusing me of getting pregnant on purpose to trap Kairo.

What if he thinks the same?

What if he thinks I’ve done this so that we can’t divorce?

Trapped with a baby the day after we decide to make our relationship real?

“Oh, God…” With my head in my hands, I sink to the floor. “This can’t be happening.”

“Devon?” The nurse approaches cautiously. “We can take a test. And I can take some blood to confirm, but you’re definitely pregnant. Around six weeks.”

My heart pounds as I gaze up at her. “Give me the damn test.”