“Threatened miscarriage.”

Wait, what? Did I hear that right? Miscarriage?!

“Doctor, I’m pregnant?” I blurted, grabbing her coat like it was my last lifeline. My voice was a weird mix of shock, panic, and-okay, a tiny spark of joy.

The doctor blinked at me. “You didn’t know?” Then she gave me the most judgmental mom glare ever. “Young people these days-so reckless, no sense of responsibility.”

She glanced between Jace and me like she’d already decided we were just another careless couple. I didn’t even bother correcting her. My brain was too busy short-circuiting. “Doctor, am I really pregnant?” I asked again, desperate for confirmation.

“Yes,” she said. “But it’s not good news yet. The pregnancy’s at risk. Whether the baby makes it… it’s uncertain.”

Her bluntness hit like a slap. “Please, doctor,” I begged, my voice wobble. “Help me save the baby.”