I am pregnant for you

The sterile white of the clinic bathroom felt alien against Kiara’s skin, a stark contrast to the fiery chaos that had erupted between her and Milano just days before. She clutched the small plastic stick, her knuckles white, her breath catching in her throat. The two pink lines stared back, an undeniable, terrifying truth. Pregnant. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.

She stumbled out, the world tilting slightly. Milano was waiting, his face etched with a familiar, anxious concern. He’d insisted on accompanying her, his earlier anger replaced by a quiet, almost desperate plea for understanding. He saw the look on her face, the tremor in her hands.

“Kiara?” His voice was a low rumble, laced with apprehension.