My words came out shaky. I felt a twinge of guilt for not knowing myself, but a part of me was also shocked, wondering what I would do if I actually was pregnant.
If there was a child, an innocent caught in this twisted situation, I’d have to make a plan.
Spencer wasn’t giving me any room to breathe. "I’ll take you to the hospital. Let’s go."
His voice lacked its usual coldness, which caught me off guard. He headed for the door, as if there was no question about it.
I sighed. There was no avoiding it now. I had to face the possibility.
At the hospital, I noticed something strange when we finally got the results.
Spencer smiled.
For the briefest moment, I thought I was imagining it. Was he happy?
I hesitated, unsure whether I should ask him what he was thinking. But before I could speak, he turned to me and said, "We’ll be in this together. Call me if you need anything and be careful at home."
"Hmm..." I mumbled, surprised by his tenderness. How many times had I imagined this kind of conversation? Nevertheless, I never thought it would happen at the door of a hospital, under such tense circumstances.