"Derek."
He turned to me, his eyes locked onto mine, searching for answers. "Is there something serious?" he asked, his voice quivering with concern.
"I'm sorry," I replied in a low voice, unable to maintain eye contact, my jaw clenched with tension.
Derek's confusion deepened, and he gently took my hand in his, seeking to reassure me. "Why are you apologizing? What's the matter?" He spoke with a softness that only intensified my internal struggle.
I knew there was no turning back now. The truth had to be shared, and it would undoubtedly change our lives forever. With a deep breath, I mustered the courage to speak the words I had been dreading.
"I'm pregnant," I declared, my voice filled with a mixture of fear, vulnerability, and a hint of resignation.
Derek's response was immediate, his eyes widening in shock as he processed the revelation. "What?" he said, startled, as if the ground had shifted beneath him.
