"What do you mean it just happened?" I asked her, pacing the floor back and forth.
"I wanted to tell you but you were too busy."
"No."
"Yes, Hunter. I saw you with her, and if I wasn't wrong, then the elders were her parents."
"You never asked me to explain."
"You never told me if I wasn't enough."
"You are more than enough."
"It doesn't show."
"When did it happen?"
"I knew the day after Valentine's Day."
I breathed, a long, content breathe, filling in my empty lungs. Her words kept repeating themselves in my mind, not fading away.
A new memory in my life.
It didn't make me smile though, and I didn't cry of happiness. I didn't do anything I thought I would have done. She wasn't smiling when she informed me. She didn't hug me. I didn't kiss her. She just spoke, and I only listened.
Like it wasn't anything important.
Like it wasn't life-changing.
I am pregnant, Hunter. The words repeat over and over in my mind. She was pregnant. She's a mother. I am a father.
We're having a baby. Our baby.
And yet it didn't make me smile.
I don't know why. Maybe because I wasn't with her when she knew. Maybe because I was with another woman. Maybe because she was afraid to tell. Scared from my reaction. Like I would ever reject that. Like I would ever reject our sum.
It's like a mathematical equation: me and her equals him or her. So simple. So loving. So much better.
"You told your mom?" I asked.
"No."
"Did you tell anyone?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"William."
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