Easter~
I stood frozen at the door, watching as the red taillights of Natalie's car disappeared down the road. My heart hammered in my chest, my mind racing with everything she had just said.
Pregnant?
No. That wasn't possible.
I knew my own body.
I hadn't been sick, I hadn't felt nauseous, and my cycle was only a little late—probably from stress. My life was stress. There was no way Natalie was right.
A sharp, guttural voice ripped me from my thoughts.
"EASTER!"
I flinched, my stomach twisting violently as my husband's angry voice boomed from inside the house.
"Where the hell is my sandwich?!" Ruben roared. "I think you have a death wish. If you don't get your lazy ass in here right now, you'll get what's coming to you!"
Panic surged through me. My feet moved before I could think, my hands trembling as I rushed back inside, nearly tripping over the doorstep in my haste.
