"Are you pregnant?"
He gripped the pink tube tighter in his hand as he stared at me.
My ribs squeezed tight against my lungs. Tara's eyes met mine, and her panic mirrored mine.
"Damon," I called softly and walked towards him.
My heart sped up with each step I took. Not yet. It was too early to tell him about the baby.
"I can explain," I touched his arm.
"Am I gonna be a father?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.
My heart stopped; the intensity in his eyes burned through my skull. My fingers shook slightly and I folded my fists. I tried to come up with a lie or an excuse—anything at all, that could make him stop looking at me like that. Like I was the only thing that existed in his world. My stomach churned loudly as my legs shook.
"That's mine," Tara piped up and we turned to her.
"What?" Damon asked.
"Uh, yeah," she walked towards us and grabbed the tube from him.
"I meant to get rid of that. It's mine, I'm pregnant, yay," she said.
