Initially, I felt devastated that I'd been so naïve about sex, and the likelihood of becoming pregnant even though I knew everything in theory. As it turned out it had taken no practice at all. Flynn and I had been careful most of the time, but there had been a handful of times when raw passion and desire had overtaken us, and fortunately, or unfortunately, I appeared to be one of those fertile females that managed to conceive with no effort needed.
When Flynn had stood in front of me and asked what I meant by late, I thought he might have gone ballistic when I told him. In that moment, I'd never felt more like running away in my life. It had felt like a new level of fear flowing through my veins, while my heart pumped so fast I felt the pulsation of it in my mouth. I began to recognize this as a sign of stress.