His frozen expression made me pause. He was neither blinking nor moving. Maybe I shouldn't have told him. My worries grew by the second.
"Damon," I called gently.
He blinked, remaining frozen in place.
I held his arm and pulled softly. "Damon."
"What did you just say?" he asked.
"I'm pregnant," I said.
I paused, waiting for his reaction. I couldn't tell exactly what was going on behind those eyes.
"You're pregnant?!" his gaze fell on my stomach, a smile lighting up his face.
"Yes," I nodded.
He looked… happy.
I had no expectations of how he'd react but I didn't think he'd be happy about the baby. We both came from damaged homes, and had traumatic childhoods. I wondered if he had the same concerns as I did. Thinking about raising a baby was a thing, actually doing it was another thing entirely. I wasn't sure we were cut out to be parents. I didn't know the first thing on how to be a mother.
