ARYA

I stared at the double pink lines on the pregnancy test strip in my hand, swallowing hard. This was real. I was truly carrying Daxton's child. Maya had insisted that I take a pregnancy test just to be sure, and now that the result was positive, I was filled with nerves. Slowly slipping the strip in a plastic bag, I placed it on the sink and let out a shaky breath. I brought a hand to my stomach, a wave of intense emotions washing over me. I was carrying a mini version of Daxton and ...