Claire's POV
I stared at the old man as though he had suddenly grown two heads. I didn't reply, surely he wasn't referring to me.
I must have misheard him. Or perhaps he was going senile.
Pregnant?
Hell no.
He squinted his already narrow eyes at me. "Ma'am?" He called out to my unmoving figure. "Did you hear me?"
"I'm not sure I did….what were you saying?"
His eyes flashed with mild confusion. That small smile of his returned, and I almost asked him to save it for another patient. "You're pregnant, ma'am. About four weeks along."
My mouth went slack as the words settled over me. My body turned cold, and it had nothing to do with the air conditioning.
"Miss…" he glanced down at the paper in front of him. "…Montgomery, right?"
I could only nod. It really was my test result staring back at him, this was no joke. He was dead serious.
Oh God. Oh my God.
This can't be happening!
