"What if...?" I hesitated, unsure of how to voice my concerns.
"There are no 'what ifs'," Alex stated firmly, his conviction unwavering. His gaze shifted to my growing belly, and I understood his unspoken intention. As my pregnancy progressed, the rumors and gossip would only intensify. He wanted to marry me, not only out of love but also to shield us from the intrusive judgment of others.
"Yeah, if you say so," I replied, trying to quell my worries. "Did Doctor Thomas contact you yet? How about the blood test results?" I couldn't shake off the memory of her somber expression when she left. The thought of a negative outcome terrified me.
Alex gently took hold of my hand, providing a reassuring touch. "Not yet. But as soon as she informs me, I'll share the news with you. Don't worry, Emma. Whatever lies ahead, we'll face it together."
