Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Epilogue

Skylar's P.O.V.

I sit on the floor with my head against the wall, my body tense as Grayson's hand holds my much sweatier one in a tight and secure grip.

He leans over to kiss my hair softly, his thumb stroking over my skin, the action slow and deliberate.

How is he so casual about all of this? How can he act like everything's as it should be when our lives could change forever in just a few minutes?

"I love you, Princess." He whispers. "So much, no matter what."

"I love you, too." I whimper, my eyes growing wetter as anxiety takes over.

"I think it's time."

I pinch my eyes closed, clinging onto the lapels of his fitted suit for dear life.

"Do we have to look? Can we wait a few more minutes? Maybe it's not complete yet, and I don't want to get the wrong results."

"Baby girl, we're going to be okay. We're both ready for this, I know it. We can do this, and we can do it pretty damn well, if you ask me."

"What if I can't do it?" I whisper. "What if I screw all of this up, and ruin their life? What if-"

"Princess, on a count of three, we're going to look. Together. Both of us. And no matter the results, we're going to be just fine."

I take a deep breath in, holding it for a long moment before allowing myself to exhale, my breath taking away my fear, leaving only hope.

"Okay." I state, my voice firmer and more confident than before.

"One..."

I push my shaking body to a kneeling position, my brain working far too hard on calming myself down to notice as Gray repeats my actions.

"Two..." I continue cautiously.

He looks to me with a bright, comforting smile, placing a lingering kiss on my lips.

"Three."

My eyes flicker down, my hand immediately flying up to my face as the tears fall quickly, one after the other as though they would never stop.

I find myself on the floor once again, this time hunched over in a contorted version of the child's pose yoga position.

My hand muffles my sobs, but does nothing to silence those of Grayson as he falls to his knees beside me and wraps his strong arms around my frail frame tightly.

We stay like that for a long time, and then, surprisingly, I'm the first to speak.

"Is it true? Did I read it right? Is what I saw real?" I cry out.

"It's real." He laughs through his tears. "It's real, all of them. They all say the same thing."

His arms then leave me, instead reaching up to father each of the five plastics bars on the counter top.

He sets them down with such gentleness that I think he's handling a real child, not just a handful of pregnancy tests.

I look at them through blurry, teary eyes, laughing slightly as I read the same word on each of the small screens.

Pregnant.

It only takes a moment for me to tackle Gray to the floor, sobbing hysterically while simultaneously laughing.

He copies my actions almost exactly, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist as he cries into my hair.

When I'd called him fifteen minutes ago, neither of us were sure of what way this could have gone.