I know my mate too well and his guilt will be taking hold over everything else, even the news that I want him to acknowledge. That we’re pregnant, yet I know not to be hurt by him saying nothing. I can see it in his face, feel it seeping from him. My boy’s in shock and his instinct to take me home where it’s warm and safe is overriding everything else.

I curl up against him, sliding my arms around his neck and pull myself up to his jaw to inhale him and cuddle in. He’s stiff, solemn faced, and giving out all kinds of weird vibes as he processes...