PREGNANT

What’s the harm in trying? If I want to pursue something with Lucia more than just the occasional round of sex.

I’m going to have to leave and give her the space she needs before getting those answers.

With a heavy heart, I put on my shoes and socks, checking that I have everything on me as I put my jacket and coat on. Then I walk back to Lucia, who is watching me with an expression that doesn’t know whether to be shocked or upset, her arms wrapped around her waist. She looks so delicate and innocent that I want to hold onto her and not let go.

Instead, I kiss her forehead and step back before I pull her into my arms.

“I’m just a phone call away if you need me for anything. You’ll let me know, won’t you?”

“Sure.” Lucia’s mouth twitches. “I’ll let you know.”

Something tells me that she’s pulling away again. I really don’t want that. But Helen is practically nudging me towards the door. Whatever is happening is not going to be revealed right now.

And it will leave me in knots until Luci