I released his hands and clutched my stomach; my teeth clenched together.I tried to slow my breath, to breathe through what was just a normal twinge of pregnancy, but the panic and what-ifs of what was actually happening threatened to overtake me.
“Lexi?”
I shook my head and squeezed my eyes tight.If I didn’t look at him, if I didn’t answer him, it wasn’t real.
Leo’s hands squeezed my upper arms in an effort to get me to respond.
When I felt the telltale wetness between my legs, the damp spot in my pretty, brand-new, white wedding underthings begin to spread...there was no other choice.It was real.
I tipped my head up and opened my eyes, seeing my own worry and pain reflected in his eyes.“Lexi?”
My name was loaded with unasked questions, but all I could do was say, “Something’s wrong.”