Robin’s POV

I stared at the tiny stick on the bathroom counter.

Positive.

Oh my god.

My breath caught, chest tightening. I blinked hard, as if that might change the result, but nope. Still two pink lines.

Still pregnant.

The knock on the door startled me.

“Robin?” Kathryn’s voice came through, muffled but sharp. “You okay in there? You’ve been quiet for, like, ten whole minutes. That’s suspicious.”

I opened the door slowly. “So... remember how I said I probably wasn’t pregnant?”

Kathryn narrowed her eyes immediately. Robin Delgado. What? Did. You. Do.”

“I didn’t do anything. Well, okay, I did, technically,”

“Oh my god,” she gasped, eyes widening. “You’re...