Lia

I stared at the ceiling for the third morning in a row. My heart was racing again, for no real reason.

My stomach felt weird. Not sick, just... off. I didn’t want to think about what that could mean.

But I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

I called Simone.

She answered, yawning. “You know it’s not even eight, right?”

“I think I might be pregnant,” I said, fast.

Silence.

Then, “Wow. Good morning to you, too.”

“I’m serious.”

“Wait—what? Are you sure?”

“No. ...