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Coach Morgan and Mrs Coach walk into the waiting room and I feel myself crack a little inside when I see their forlorn expressions Mrs Coach stifles a sob when she seesto stop the tears that leak froan is the first to hug o The tears flow freely and I shake my head in a poor attempt to rid my mind of how Huntley looked when I walked into her apartment My world crashed when her eyes fluttered closed I can’t i her and for a few short seconds, I worried that she would soone

"Are you ok?" Mrs Coach asks as we take a seat She wraps her tiny hands around

"No," I choke out "They won’t let us see her yet I’ to be fine," Mrs Coach assuresto convince herself as much as she is an?" The doctors’ voice breaks through the melancholy in the room and our heads all snap up

"Yes Is she ok? Can I see her?" I ju, followed by Coach Morgan and his wife

"Are you her fairlfriend This is her aunt and uncle," I explain in a rush He better give me some inforhs, looking down at the clipboard in his hands "Miss Morgan is sedated now She suffered some severe trauma to her ribs but we’ve attached a fetal monitor to her stomach to make sure –"

"Why would she need a fetal nant We attached the fetalShe’s very lucky though After the hit she took to the ribs, the baby should’ve died"

A collective gasp gathers around the rooine that everyone’s face looks as shocked as ainst the wall to stopyou didn’t know?" the doctor enquires I shake my head, unable to forirl is pregnant With a baby My baby

"Can I see her?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper

"You can see her in about half an hour," the doctor replies "We are busy getting her settled into a rooet you when she’s cleared for visitors"

The doctor leaves and I wait for the million and one questions to be thrown in my direction But they don’t come I look into the shocked faces of the people aroundheart I slide down the wall until I’ on the floor Speechless I don’t knohat to say or what to think or even what to do I feel so coan and his wife take a seat, not saying anything to an to punch nant? Why didn’t she tell me? Did she think I would leave her?

I look up at De that she knew about this the whole tiht to be upset with her if she knew and didn’t tell me? She’s one of my oldest friends, and I’d like to believe that if she knew, she would tell me Unless Huntley asked her not to But ould she do that? I grunt in frustration, wishing that hts would shut the hell up and leavethat she doesn’t look at all surprised She stands and walks over to where I’ a seat next tomy eyes for God knohat Shebefore she continues "That weekend you and Brody caanancy test the day before you caative, but for whatever reason, I didn’t believe it The signs have been staring at us in the face"

I frown quizzically "What signs?"