Losing control was a common occurrence when they were together. It had broken more than once or twice.
But this was the first time Silas Norwood had ever felt so flustered.
Celia Sterling hummed lazily, not seeming to care much. "If it broke, it broke. What's there to be nervous about? It's not the first time."
"This time is different." Silas Norwood's voice faltered. "We found out too late. It's already..."
He didn't finish the sentence, but Celia Sterling understood.
A flicker of panic finally crossed her eyes.
It was the middle of the night, yet neither of them could sleep. They sat up in bed, each scrolling through their phones for information. After a long while, they turned to look at each other.
Silas Norwood said in a low voice, "I looked up the ingredients in the emergency pill. It's bad for you."
Celia Sterling's voice was even lower. "The internet says the chances of getting pregnant from one time are very low."
