Claire's POV
"Mum, Grandma," I called out weakly. "I can explain. It's not…"
"It's not what, Claire?" My mum cut in, her brows furrowed, her face etched with concern and quiet disappointment. "Can you look me in the eye and tell me you're not pregnant?"
"I…" I stuttered. There was no escape route. I had dug this pit myself, and now I had no choice but to jump in except I hadn't remembered it being this deep.
Mum collapsed back into the hospital chair with a small thud. "Oh dear."
"Claire," my grandma's voice came softly. Her hands rose, beckoning me to her side. "Come here."
I had no idea what was coming. Neither did Louis, who still stood there awestruck as though he had just been told that aliens had invaded the earth.
I moved past his frozen figure and made my way to my grandmother. There was no telling what she planned to do once I reached her. A slap, perhaps. A pinch. Or that dreaded tug on the ear.
My grandma was unpredictable like that.
