Chapter 318

Cecilia's pov I woke up before dawn, eyes gritty from a night of tossing and turning. I dreamed about those two pink lines all night. One dark, one light. But both meant the same thing. I was pregnant. The morning routine felt like walking through fog. Shower. Breakfast. Office. My body went through the motions automatically, but my mind was stuck in a loop of panic. At meetings, I nodded at the right times. On calls, I said what I had to say. But in every quiet moment, my thoughts circled back to the same terrifying truth. That second line was faint, which meant this was recent. Really recent. My brain immediately rewound to that night I'd told Sebastian not to use protection. One night where everything felt so right, so intimate, that nothing else seemed to matter. What the hell was I thinking? My heart pounded just thinking about it. His body on mine. The way he looked at me like nothing else existed. It didn't feel reckless then. It felt natural. Like it was always going to happen.