“Thank you.” We all stood in the hallway, just staring at each other.

Caelyn reached out and twined her fingers with mine. “Are you okay?”

“Not really. I can’t think about it until I know for sure one way or the other.”

She nodded, and we were all silent again. I fought the urge to pace up and down the hall, knowing it would just drive my anxiety higher.

Bell’s phone let out a cascading set of dings. “Time.”

I swallowed against my suddenly dry throat. “I don’t know if I can look.”

Caelyn moved in close. “We’re with you. No matter what. You’re not alone.”

Bell nodded. “You’re never alone.”

Tears burned the backs of my eyes. “Thank you.” The two words came out on a hoarse whisper. I moved into the bathroom and picked up the first test with shaky hands. A bright pink plus sign. I moved to the second. Two distinct blue lines. And the last. A very clear pregnant in black lettering.

My breath left me in a whoosh, my hand instantly going to my stomach. Pregnant. There was a child growing inside me. My brain and heart jumped from emotion to emotion, not knowing where to land. Fear. Hope. Panic. Joy. They all clawed for dominance inside me.

“Kenna?” Caelyn asked tentatively.

The tears that had been gathering spilled over. “I’m pregnant.”

Bell looked slightly panicked. “Are those happy tears or sad ones? I can’t tell.”

“Happy and terrified out of my mind tears,” I said on a choked laugh. I was going to have a second chance at being a mom. How could I not be overjoyed at that? Something I worried might never come. Doctors had told me I might have trouble getting pregnant, but apparently, Crosby had super sperm.

I froze. “Crosby.” I said his name on a whisper, my chest constricting in a painful squeeze as my hand went to my still-flat belly. He didn’t want children. But would he still feel that way when he knew we’d created a human being together? My eyes fell closed as I sent up a silent prayer that he would love this child as much as I already did. That he would want to be in his or her life.

“Come on.” Caelyn gently guided me into the living room and helped me settle on the couch. A few seconds later, she pushed a glass of water into my hands. “Take slow, small sips.”

I did as instructed. The cool water tasted like heaven on my abused throat. “I have to tell him.”

Caelyn eyed me cautiously. “You do…but you have time. You don’t have to run over there tonight. Take a few days to process it yourself first.”