A nursery. Christina nodded, wiping at her eyes. "I have some time before I need to decide, I think," she said. "Maybe you could take me to a doctor so I know for sure."
***
Christina knew for sure now. She was eleven weeks pregnant. There was a person beginning to grow inside her, even if it wasn't a person yet. It still didn't quite feel real, but she'd managed to get Evan out of Lucius's clutches for a little while so she could tell him.
They were sitting on the couch in Tom's house and Tom had left them to it. Supposedly for a twin's night in. She twisted her hands together in her lap and then decided there was no good way to say this. "I'm pregnant," she said, looking up at Evan. "I'm pregnant and I don't know what to do."
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