“Blythe,” he began. “You need to consider the trauma your body has been through in the last three months. You’ve had multiple surgeries, medications, x-rays…”

“What are you saying?”

“The fetus may have been compromised. We didn’t take any of the precautions we would’ve, had we known you were pregnant.”

Compromised? What the hell did that mean?

“There are tests we can run, certainly, but this early in the pregnancy, we can’t be sure any will be indicative of how the baby will be as we get closer to full term.”

Blythe stopped listening. She was pregnant with Tucker’s baby.

“I’m sure you’ll want to give it some thought. Give the office a call to schedule an appointment when you’ve decided what you’d like to do. You can also call this number if you have any questions.” The doctor wrote a phone number on the back of a business card and handed it to her. “That’s my private service. If you leave a message with them, I’ll call you back as soon as I’m able to.”

“I’ve already made my decision.”

“Blythe—”

“It’s okay, Mom. It doesn’t matter what any test says, I’m having this baby.” It was Tucker’s baby, and she was having it. She rubbed her good hand over her belly.

“There are things you should consider,” the doctor continued.

“There isn’t anything for me to consider. I’ve made up my mind, and my decision is final.”

“I have to warn you, there is still a chance the baby will abort itself and you’ll have a miscarriage. As I said, we have no way of knowing what kind of damage the fetus has sustained.”

Damage. That’s what Jace had said about Tucker, that he was damaged. Blythe knew there was nothing wrong with their baby. The baby wasn’t damaged. No one could tell her otherwise.

Blythe sent a text to Jace on the way home, asking him to meet her at the house. His truck was in the driveway when they pulled in.

“Hey, you,” he said, walking up to her mother’s car. He reached in and picked her up.

“You don’t have to carry me.”

“I don’t? Gotta tell ya, it’s easier to carry you than it is to push that damn wheelchair.”

He had a point.

“Where were you?”

“At the doctor.”

He kicked the front door open with his foot and carried her over to the couch in the living room.

“How did it go? Any news on the next surgery?”

“No, but there’s other news.”

“What’s that?”

No point in beating around the bush. Maybe this news would push Jace and his parents to try harder to find Tucker.

“I’m pregnant.”

Jace felt the air leave his lungs. He wasn’t sure how long it took before he was able to take another breath. Blythe was pregnant. Jesus.

“Nothing to say?” she asked.

“Taking it in.”

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