#Chapter 230: The hand

Fiona “I think she’s pregnant,” I finally told Alex. “Unexpectedly.” Perhaps I ought not have. I will spilling a secret. But he was kind of silently badgering me. Giving me suspicious, squinty looks. Somehow my husband just knew that I had learned something from my extra time with Liv this afternoon, and he wasn’t going to stop glaring at me until I told him what it was. “Oh,” he said, his face going blank with surprise. “Yeah. I almost said something to her about it, but it would not have been right. Those are private emotions she is dealing with, and it’s not my place… even if it were to say something reassuring… I don’t know. It probably would have overwhelmed her. And she’s a big ball of stress right now already.” “Really? She seems so calm and upbeat. I would never have guessed.” I nodded, frowning. “She really does. She must be very strong, to be putting up such a convincing front, while inside she’s…” I closed my eyes, remembering what I felt when I shook Liv’s hand. The