“Mr. Rivera,” she said, voice calm but firm, “before I answer that… I need to ask you a question.”
His stomach dropped.
“What kind of question?”
She didn’t blink.
“How long have you and Ms. Allison been together?”
The question caught him off guard.
“Why does that matter?” he snapped. “Just tell me what’s going on.”
“It matters,” she said quietly.
A pause.
Then—
“How long?”
Diego hesitated.
“…About eight months.”
The doctor nodded slowly.
Then she tapped the screen.
“According to this scan,” she said, “the pregnancy is approximately twenty-four weeks along.”
The room went completely still.
