Don’t Come Down

***Hazel***

*“You're pregnant?”*

*“Are you pregnant?”*

The words collided in the air, spoken at the exact same moment by two different men, carrying two very different weights.

Wyatt’s voice cracked, emotional and disbelieving.

Marcus’s was sharp, almost triumphant—like he’d just found another weapon to use against me.

Every eye in the room turned toward me.

The gun was still pointed. Blood was