Diane's POV
My phone vibrated against the nightstand, jolting me from a rare moment of peace. Joan had finally convinced me to take a nap after all the drama that has taken over my life recently. I blinked at the screen, my heart skipping when I saw Noah's name.
"Hello?" I answered, voice still thick with sleep.
"So it's true then." Noah's voice came through cold and hard, nothing like the warmth I'd grown accustomed to. "You're pregnant."
The last remnants of drowsiness evaporated instantly. I sat up straight, one hand instinctively moving to my belly.
"Noah, I—"
"I had to find out from the internet, Diane. Your interview is trending everywhere. Photos of you with your baby bump. And in all our conversations, you never thought to mention you're pregnant?"
I closed my eyes, guilt washing over me in waves. I'd been so focused on the Sophie and Liam revelation, on my father being alive, that I hadn't even considered how Noah would react to learning about my pregnancy this way.
