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She’d spent pretty ether in public, the hardest before tonight being two randfather The paparazzi had been out in force She’d worn dark glasses until they’d entered the church, refusing to give them the money shot they so desired Even when Sandro, her alcoholic father, had turned up drunk and made that dreadful scene, she’d kept her composure Christian and Zayed had been the ones who’d calered over to the bed and sat heavily on it, clutching his head

‘Please Say so,’ she beseeched The back of her retinas burned and she blinked furiously No matter what happened in the next few h of that

He fixed his blue eyes on her ‘How long have you known?’

‘A while, I guess, but I only took the test a couple of days ago’ She laughed, a hollow sound even to her own ears ‘I took three of the, she’d climbed onto her bed and sobbed

‘Have you seen a doctor?’

‘Not yet’ She bit into her lip It had taken her alht to entertain the possibility that her late period ht before she’d unburied her head from the sand and crossed the threshold into the pharmacy

She’d never believed she would be a mother Motherhood went hand in hand with relationships and she certainly didn’t believe in them

‘But you’re certain?’

‘Yes’ Once the reality of her condition had sunk into her shell-shocked brain, the tears had stopped

Inside her, right in the heart of her worew

Whatever the outcoe the fact that this life—her baby—was a part of her Nothing could have prepared her for the host of enancy ter within her; knew she would do anything to nurture and protect it Anything