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BLAIR’S POV

Brian walked out and went right back to our room. For half a minute, I was indecisive, until I eventually ran after him at the possibility that he could hurt himself.

I took a deep breath, before ushering myself into the room.

It was like, with Brian, no one ever knew what to expect or what not to. So, I slowly pushed the door and walked into the room.

“Brian?” I called in a soft tone.

I found him sitting on the bed, with his thighs as floor to his elbows and his hands, put together and over his face.

I sighed again, halfway before I got to him and sat in bed, staring into blank space, as he was.

Minutes went by and he still had nothing to utter and the entire scenario became rather scary.

‘Say something,’ I was pleading deep within, but could not voice out, since I didn’t want to seem pushy or anything.

As much as the baby was his, it was equally Stacy’s, and her body was supposed to be home for the child for months. I hoped that Brian put that into consideration a