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“Uhh… The grocery store,” I answered. “I need to buy some personal things.”

“Drive safely,” he said to me as I pulled the door open. My mind was in a panicked state and the only clear thought there was getting to the grocery store to get more tests.

The test had to be wrong. There was no way I was pregnant with Josh Sanders’s baby.

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JOSH

Bree’s text came in to meet up around noon, and I quickly took a shower because I had been lazing around the house, then I cleaned the kitchen and asked her to come over.

I was on the front porch when she arrived, and I instantly noticed how pale she was even before she walked up to me.

“Hey, you good?” I asked and put a hand on her forehead to make sure she didn’t have a fever. “You look pale, what’s happening?”

“We need to talk, Josh,” Bree answered, then met my gaze. I could tell something was wrong just from the hollow look in her eyes. It almost seemed like she was just going through the motions.

I didn’t like the ashen look on her face, and the crease lines on her forehead as she nibbled her lower lip and stared at me.

She played with the necklace on her neck, and I led her into the house, locked the door behind us, then faced her again. “Bree, you’re tense, and I don’t like it. What’s wrong? Did something happen to Samuel yesterday? Is it your dad?”

I went to her and put my hands on her upper arm. She wasn’t looking at me either, so I put a finger under her chin and hiked it higher so she could meet my gaze.

“What’s wrong? Tell me what happened.”

Her brows clumped together before she looked away again and her throat bobbed once as she swallowed. “Bree…” I began but her next words cut me short.

“I’m pregnant.”

What?

Her words were like a direct blow to my gut, and they sank in fast. I didn’t voice my shocked reaction, but I knew my eyes were wide, and I raised a brow as she continued.

“I took a lot of tests, about seven of them and they all came back positive and I … God, I don’t know what to do right now, Josh…. I just…This is crazy. How did this happen? I mean, I know how this happened, but I just can’t believe it…”

She was rambling and I needed her to stop, so I put my hands on her shoulders and got her to look at me.

Bree was still panicking as she spoke, her chest rose and fell with a heavy breath, and she dropped her hands to her knees to brace herself as she hyperventilated.

I moved instinctively, put a hand on her back and slowly began to rub her back until she calmed down. When she could finally breathe properly, she looked at me and tears filled her eyes.

“What do we do? It’s bad enough that I have to hide this from Iris, and now a baby? God, what do I do?’

She slapped a hand over her forehead, and my chest cracked as I watched tears stream down her face, so I gathered her into my arms and enveloped her in a warm hug.

It took a long second for her sobs to subside again, and when she finally dragged in a deep, shaky breath, I stepped back from her, then used my thumb to wipe her tears.

“Come with me,” I said, then took her hands and led her into the kitchen.

Once Bree settled down on one chair, I took a bottle of water from the fridge, poured her a glass then set it in front of her.

“First, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she answered before rubbing her hands over her face. “I’m alright … I’m calm, I just panicked a little that’s all.”

I put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently before pulling a chair closer to hers so I could sit. The last thing I want is for her to panic, so I massaged her shoulders till she began breathing normally again.

“Baby, this isn’t all on you. We will figure this out. We can do whatever you want to do.”

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