Grayson stared at his phone, Morgan's two little words echoing in his ears. "I'm pregnant." "I'm pregnant."

He felt like he had just been thrown a hand grenade with the pin pulled and that any second now it would explode in his face.

"What did you just say?" He didn't know why he was asking; his hearing was just fine.

"You heard me." Morgan's tone shifted from conciliatory to triumphant. She was happy with herself, and she couldn't hide it. "I'm pregnant, Grayson. With your baby."

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