Falling apart

"What did you just... What?!"

The sterile white walls and the scent of antiseptic were starting to affect me, along with the news that Clara had just uttered in the most awkward imaginable.

She knew this wasn't good news; she knew how much this would ruin my life. I didn't need something like this now! Not when I wasn't sure I could even hold myself up...

"You're six weeks pregnant, Elena," she repeated, the papers in her hold; she seemed to be scared of my reaction had to explain why she was a safe distance away.

I clutched at the buttons of my shirt, fighting to breathe, every damn passionate night returning to me.

That was what the morning sickness was all about, the emotional roller coaster that had me weeping my eyes out with every bit of provocation.

I thought it was stress, the children's abduction, and now the fear that Nico would leave me.

And here I was, within the four corners of a hospital that I and Clara had driven to, with Noah waiting in the car.

Nico had been called t