"Calista, Iris is just a little girl in elementary school. She doesn’t even know what this is! Why would you give her something like that?"
Velvet jumped in.
"Sis, you’ve got to be kidding! Iris is just a little girl. She doesn’t even know what having a boyfriend means, let alone anything about pregnancy. She’s probably just got a stomach bug. Let me take her to the hospital to get checked out."
Without waiting for a response, she quickly scooped up my daughter and rushed her to the hospital.
Two hours later, they returned.
Portia hurried over, her voice thick with concern.
"How is she? Is Iris alright? What did the doctor say?"
With a pale, strained face, Velvet handed her the report.
The moment Portia glanced at it, she shrieked, "Iris is pregnant?!"
"That’s impossible!"
Her outburst was so loud that it pulled my husband, Dorian, out of his office to see what was going on.
Dorian grabbed the pregnancy test report, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"How is this even possible? Iris can't just be pregnant out of nowhere!"
While they stood there, stunned and overwhelmed, I quietly made my way into the kitchen and began preparing chicken soup.