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“Inside of me? That baby is inside of me?” I sounded like a complete idiot, but I couldn’t quite wrap my head around this. I watched as the little alien kicked and stretched its legs out. I looked down at my still mostly flat stomach. “I can’t believe that’s in me.”

She typed on the computer. “So baby is just over three inches long. It’s roughly the length of a pea pod. And it weighs about an ounce. Have you been reading any baby books?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“There are a few books that we recommend.” She smiled again. “Reading about your pregnancy might also help you feel a bit more connected.”

Tears blurred my eyes. “I never really processed that there’s a baby inside of me.”

She pressed a button, and then the machine whirled. We watched as the photo came out of the machine and she handed it to me. “Give that to dad. That might make it a bit more real for him too.”

The photo was clear. You could see the side of the baby’s head, an eye, a tiny nose. One small hand waving. Legs up, one tiny foot visible. I nodded, my heart in my throat.

I looked at the doctor, realization dawning on me. “I’m having a baby.”

She beamed at me. “You’re having a baby.”

CHAPTER 13

Jackson:Hello?

I stared at the text on my phone. I stood in the pregnancy book section of the bookstore, still in shock from my doctor’s appointment.

Me: Hi

My phone started to ring. It was a number I didn’t recognize, but even so, I knew it was Jackson.

“Hello?”

“Emily, what’s going on?” The sound of his warm low voice washed over me. I stared blankly at the books in front of me.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve been MIA. You freaking out?”

My eyes blurred with tears. Remembering how Matt had told me that Jackson had tried his damnedest not to marry me. That he only liked tall blondes and that the only reason why he had been with me was to screw with Matt.

“A bit.”

“What’s going on?”

I swallowed, the tears were clogging my throat preventing me from speaking.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Matt talked to me.”

Silence screamed down the line between us.

His words were slow and pronounced. “What did he say?”

I sniffed. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine if you’re crying.”

“I don’t want to talk about it on the phone.”

A long pause hung between us. “Well, we’re going to have to talk about it on the phone because that’s the only form of communication we have right now.”

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