“I’m pregnant.” Those two words come out sure and steady. So much surer and steadier than I feel right now. Cade stares at me blankly. His mouth pops open and closes again, and then he shakes his head, like it might make reality seep back in. “Surprise?” I add awkwardly. “I’m sorry,” I add even more awkwardly. My head is spinning, and I’m feeling like I could use a moment alone to get my bearings—to process this— because saying it out loud to him feels so much more real. “I just found out at the hospital and have been trying to find the courage to tell you. I’m sorry.” “Why are you sorry?”
