Naomi stepped out of the hospital doors, her fingers clutching the crumpled report like a lifeline. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, but her face remained unreadable. But deep down inside, she was afraid.
She was pregnant.
She already knew it, she could guess it, but seeing it in black and white made it real. And terrifying.
"Naomi…. Wait!"
She halted, only for a second. That voice. She never wished to hear it again.
Ryan jogged up to her, slightly out of breath, his usual smug expression gone. "I—I needed to talk to you."
Naomi slowly turned to face him, her eyes cold and unreadable. "If you're going to ask me for the same thing again, then we have nothing to talk about."
She stepped forward, trying to walk past him, but Ryan moved in her way, catching her arm, not roughly, but firm enough to make her stop.
"I said, we need to talk," he repeated, his grip tightening just slightly. "Please..." his tone softened as he tried to persuade her.
