"Tristan, I'm pregnant—with our child. Our child!" Her words rang out like a gunshot in the quiet hospital corridor, shattering the fragile bubble of denial I had built around myself.
Tristan froze, his body stiffening as he pulled back to look at her. His expression was a chaotic mix of shock and disbelief, but his hands instinctively moved to her shoulders, steadying her.
"Anya…" His voice cracked, betraying his usual calm.
Tears streaked down her flushed cheeks, but her sobs quickly turned into triumphant laughter as she pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of them together. Seconds later, I saw her tap furiously and then a notification lit up my own screen.
Anya had posted the photo, captioned simply: [Baby on board!]
Tristan frowned, his jaw tightening. "Are you out of your mind?" he hissed, lowering his voice. "The employees will see this!"
Anya's lower lip trembled and her eyes glistened with fresh tears. "I just wanted to show how much I love you. Don't you want to stop sneaking around forever? Don't you want a family with me?"