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We make our way to the checkout and I can’t help but glance at her as we wait. She looks so small and scared and it’s breaking me up inside. I want to tell her everything will be okay, but I don’t even know that for sure.

Once we’re outside, we hop on the motorcycle and I take us back to my place. The ride was silent and heavy with tension as the wind blew around us. Millie is clutching the tests like a lifeline the entire way home.

When we get home, as we get off the motorcycle, I keep glancing over at her, trying to offer some reassurance. “Just breathe,” I say softly. “We’ll figure this out.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chase

Millie heads straight for the bathroom and I sit on the edge of the bed, my mind racing. I try to focus on the positives—she’s been with us for a while now and we all care about her. But the uncertainty and fear is overwhelming.

A few minutes later, she emerges from the bathroom, her face a mix of relief and anxiety.

“I took the tests,” she says, her voice shaky. “We should know soon.”

I get up and pull her into a hug, trying to be as calm as possible. “It’s going to be okay. We’ll get through this, whatever the results are.”

She nods, her eyes brimming with tears. “Thank you for being here with me, Chase. I really needed that.”

“Of course,” I say, holding her tightly. “We’re in this together.”

We sit on the bed, holding each other, waiting for the results. It feels like an eternity, but eventually, Millie pulls away to check the tests. Her face is a mixture of emotions and I hold my breath as she reads the results.

“Positive,” she whispers. “They’re all positive. How did this happen? I have an IUD…”

I feel a wave of shock crash over me. I reach out and take her hand, trying to steady both of us. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. We’ll figure this out. We can do whatever you need.”

Millie looks at me, her eyes wide with uncertainty. “I...I’m not sure. I need time to think, but I don’t want to tell the guys until after the finals. It’s only two weeks.”

I frown, concern etched on my face. “Are you sure? That’s a lot to keep to yourself.”

She nods, her expression resolute yet fragile. “Yeah, I’m sure. Just two weeks. I can handle it.”

Then, as if the reality of the situation fully hits her, she breaks down, sobbing uncontrollably. I pull her into my arms, holding her tightly as she cries. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. We’ll get through this together.”

Millie clings to me, her body shaking with sobs. “I’m so scared, Chase. What if they’re mad? What if they don’t want this?”

“Hey, none of that,” I say firmly, rubbing her back in soothing circles. “We all care about you and we’ll support you no matter what. I promise.”

She looks up at me, tears streaming down her face. “Thank you. I just...I need some time to process this. Can we just...can we just pretend everything’s normal for now?”

I nod, kissing her forehead. “Of course. We’ll take it one day at a time.”

We stay like that for a while, just holding each other, the fear and tension slowly melting away. It’s been a long, emotional night, but I know we’re stronger together. No matter what challenges come our way, I’m committed to standing by Millie’s side.

***

The next day, we’re at Finn’s place. He’s proudly showing off his garden and hockey memorabilia, his excitement palpable. Millie is filming him for a segment of her show, and she looks so professional, so in her element. It’s hard to believe she spent half the night crying.

Finn points out a section of his garden, talking animatedly about the different plants. “And over here, I’ve got my tomatoes. They’re finally starting to ripen.”

Millie smiles, capturing everything with her camera. “They look great, Finn. How do you manage to keep up with all this and hockey?”

Finn laughs, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s not easy, but it helps me relax. Gardening is my therapy.”

She moves closer, focusing on his face. “I bet it is. So, tell me more about your ADHD diagnosis. How has that affected your life and career?”

Finn’s face softens and he becomes more vulnerable. “It’s been a struggle, honestly. I didn’t get diagnosed until I was an adult. Growing up, I just thought I was different, you know? Always distracted, always moving. It wasn’t until I discovered hockey that I found a way to channel all that energy.”

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