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  cam came home when he was done with the computer to find Rilee walking out and Emily curled up on the couch with a throw over top of her.

  "is there any particular reason you asked me that when you did?" cam says softly, sitting down next to her and rubbing her back slowly. "do we need to talk about something?"

  Emily shook her head, which was face down in a pillow. Cam's brows furrowed and he looked at her firmly, even if she couldn't see it.

  "You didn't google your symptoms again, right?" he asks. "The last time you did that, you would've been dead ten times over, Im sure whatever it is, we can do it together, okay?"

  "Cam..." she mumbled, turning over and looking at her boyfriend with sorry eyes. "I don't want you to hate me."

  "Emily, that's physically, emotionally, and mentally impossible for me to do. There's nothing in the entire universe that could make me hate you," he insists. Emily looks at him with an empty stare as she sucks in a deep breath.

  "I'm pregnant."

  Cam feels her breathing slow as Emily says the words she dreaded to say to him for the past half an hour she's known.

  "I shouldn't have told you, I-" Emily says, her breathing started to quicken up again. Cam rests a hand on her shoulder, but she yelps and moves away, getting up and running to the door. she slams it, running out to the curb and calling an Uber.

  Where else to go in a state of panic other than somewhere she's sure no one knows her situation?

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