‘Okay, Lottie.’ Toby whisked his way back into the cubicle again, clipboard in hand. ‘I’ve got the results of your urine test.’

Jensen stood up straight. ‘I should probably go outside for this bit.’

I grabbed the sleeve of his polo shirt. ‘No need, you can stay. You’re my second doctor, remember?’

I was confident that this wasn’t about to turn into an episode of Embarrassing Bodies; there was nothing wrong with me.

‘Well, if you’re sure.’ Jensen looked a bit doubtful but resumed his position anyway.

‘I’m sure.’ I looked at Toby. ‘Go on then, Doctor, what did you find? Scarcely any alcohol, I bet.’

‘No, no, the alcohol levels were negligible.’ The doctor maintained a neutral expression. ‘But I can confirm that you’re pregnant.’

‘Pardon?’ I said stupidly, even though I’d heard him perfectly.

‘You are expecting a baby.’ Toby’s mouth formed a wary smile.

I stared at him. I was pregnant. With Harvey’s baby. A sob escaped from my throat. There was a baby growing inside me.

Jensen crouched down by my chair and touched my arm. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Not really,’ I managed to croak.

‘I take it this wasn’t planned?’ he asked.

I shook my head, meeting his eye. ‘Like I said, I’ve just come out of a relationship.’

Jensen exhaled, his eyes full of concern and something else I couldn’t put my finger on, but he looked sad.

‘So you two aren’t a couple?’ The doctor waved a finger between us.

Jensen shook his head. ‘We’re just friends.’

There was a flat tone to his voice that made me think that after today we might not even be that. He cleared his throat. ‘Lottie, I’m not sure I’m the right person to help you deal with this.’

I swallowed. ‘I understand.’

‘Shall I ring your sister?’ he asked.

‘No! Oh God, no!’ I burst into tears. ‘Evie’ll be devastated.’

Jensen took my hand. ‘I’m sure that’s not true.’

‘It is! You don’t understand. She’ll hide it and pretend that what’s important is my health and what I want but inside she’ll be heartbroken. This couldn’t have happened at a worse time for her. And it’s all my fault. What am I going to do?’

There was a moment of stillness in the cubicle where both men looked at me and the only sound in my ears was the thumping of my heart. Toby’s face was calm and patient, giving me time to absorb the news. Jensen … well, I couldn’t read his expression but I bet he was wishing he’d accepted Clare’s offer to come with me and had left for his party as planned.

Toby handed me a wodge of tissues and scribbled some notes. ‘I’ll write a letter to your GP and you’ll need to make an appointment with the midwife,’ he said softly. ‘Find out how far along you are. And then you can consider your options.’