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Yet I still didn’t quite believe him. I needed to think of a way that he could prove it to me, some kind of test.

“I have an ultrasound next week, on Thursday,” I said. “It’s at eleven in the morning.”

“I’ll be there,” he replied quickly. “Can I pick you up?”

I bit my lip and then shook my head. “Meet me there. Dr. Christine Monroe, you can look up her address.”

Adam nodded. “Alright. I understand that you don’t trust me right now, Katie, but I promise you...” he trailed off.

I didn’t know what he wanted to promise, so I just waited for him to continue.

“I promise that I won’t let you down,” he said finally, and it was enough.

At least for now, it would be.

“I need you to go,” I said, although I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to protest, for him to pull me into his arms, kiss me, and tell me that he loved me and this baby.

But this wasn’t a fairy tale or a romance movie. He wasn’t going to just change everything about the way he saw relationships just for me.

Adam looked at me for another tense moment, staring right into my eyes, standing close enough to kiss me, but then he walked back out into the pouring rain and jogged to his car.

I watched him drive away, and I wondered if he actually meant anything he said. Would he really be there for me?

Or would he run away again?

Chapter 18

Katie

One Week Later

Itook a deep breath and walked into the coffee shop where Addie was already waiting. She stood up and hugged me tightly.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Terrible,” I admitted. I’d been so sick that I’d lost a couple of pounds, and I didn’t think Dr. Christine was going to be happy about that. “I can barely keep anything down, just ginger ale and crackers.”

“My sister saves the day,” she joked. “I ordered you some cinnamon buns, I thought maybe you’d like them.”

My stomach rumbled. On top of being nauseous all the time, I was also hungry all the time, so I hoped that I could keep them down. On top of the morning sickness, though, I was also feeling incredibly nervous.

“He’s going to show,” Addie said gently, as if reading my mind.

I smiled weakly. “You can see it all over my face, huh?”

“A little bit,” she said, smiling back and pulling out the chair for me. The cinnamon bun was huge and smelled divine. I took the tiniest bite and moaned.

“I don’t think I’ve sounded like that for years, even in bed,” Addie joked.

I laughed in spite of my nerves. “It’s amazing, thank you,” I said.

“My treat,” she insisted. “It’s the least I can do since you can’t drink coffee.”

I stood up and walked over to the register to order myself a strawberry and cream smoothie since she was right, I couldn’t have caffeine—bad for the baby.

I had a constant headache because of that very fact, but at least I could have something sweet and cool on my tongue.

When I came back with my drink, Addie looked up at me with a grin.

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