Dr. Liana looked up at me, then at Malcolm, her expression a mixture of shock and something that looked almost like awe.

“Luna…” Her voice trembled slightly. “You’re pregnant.”

The world stopped.

Malcolm’s hand tightened around mine so hard it almost hurt.

“W-what?” I whispered, the word barely audible.

“You’re pregnant,” Dr. Liana repeated, more firmly this time. “At least six, maybe seven weeks along. That’s what’s been making you nauseous, exhausted, and strangely emotional—your body has been quietly creating a life, Luna. What a miracle …”

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. The room spun around me, tears began flooding my cheeks. “A baby? Is it… is it actually a...