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Not how I’d feel about it. Not how my mates would feel about it. And definitely not why I was dreaming about babies in the first place.

A soft knock on the door had me glancing up as Moira peeked in with a mug of tea in her hands. She offered it with a gentle smile.

“Anything?”

I winced. “I haven’t looked.”

“Want me to?”

Nodding, I brought the cup to my lips and inhaled the soothing chamomile scent.

Moira carefully picked up the test, holding it between her fingers. I stared at her face, trying to read the answer through her expression alone. After a second, she set the test back down.

“Well?”

She beamed at me. “Not pregnant.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks without my permission. I couldn’t tell if I was relieved or sad. A torrent of emotions hit me all at once. “It was so real. She was real.”

“Hold up. Do youwantto be pregnant?”

“No. Not yet. It’s not the right time. But eventually, yes.”

“Then why are you so upset? This is good news.”