The CEO Above My Desk (Mckenzie Shinabery) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205

Violet

I stared down at the pregnancy test like my brain physically could not process what it was seeing.

Positive. Not faint. Not questionable. Not one of those annoying little maybe lines that make you squint at it for twenty minutes while spiraling emotionally.

No.

Very, very positive.

Beside me, Camille made the smallest choking sound imaginable before slapping both hands over her mouth. “Oh my

God.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because suddenly it felt like the entire world tilted sideways underneath me.

Pregnant.

I was pregnant.

My fingers tightened painfully against the bathroom counter while my thoughts started crashing into each other all at

once.

My mother’s voice echoed violently through my head.

It only takes once, Violet.

Jesus Christ.

Camille slowly moved closer beside me like she was approaching a wild animal that might bolt at any second.

“Vi?” Her voice sounded softer now. Careful.

And somehow that almost made me cry harder than the actual test.

I looked up slowly toward the mirror. I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.

My face looked pale beneath the bathroom lights. Eyes glassy. Completely overwhelmed.

Pregnant.

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With Rowan’s baby.

Oh my God.

The bathroom door suddenly opened behind us. “You alright in here?” Agent Bennett’s voice cut through the silence calmly.

Neither me nor Camille answered immediately. What the hell were we even supposed to say?

The federal agent stepped fully into the bathroom a second later before stopping near the sinks.

Then her eyes landed on the counter.

The pregnancy test.

And instantly… Everything clicked across her face. “Oh.”

Not judgment. Not shock exactly. Just understanding.

Camille slowly lowered her hands while staring at the test again like it might suddenly change its mind.

“She didn’t believe me,” Camille muttered weakly.

“That’s pretty normal,” Bennett admitted quietly.

I still couldn’t stop staring at my reflection. My hand slowly moved toward my stomach without me even realizing it. Tiny movement. Instinctive.

And somehow that made everything feel horrifyingly real.

Camille noticed it immediately. Her expression softened so fast it physically hurt to look at. “Oh, honey.”

That did it.

My throat tightened instantly. “I can’t do this right now,” I whispered.

Camille immediately grabbed my hand. “Hey. Hey, look at me.”

I shook my head hard. “No, Camille, seriously. I can’t.” My voice cracked violently now. “There are federal agents upstairs. People are dying. Hargrove is insane and there’s apparently a corruption ring buried inside the city and now this?”

Tears burned hard behind my eyes. “I don’t even know how to process this.”

Camille squeezed my hand tighter immediately. “Yes

you do.”

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“No I don’t.”

“Yes, you do,” she repeated softly. “You’re scared.”

She was right.

I laughed shakily under my breath while wiping quickly at my face. “Of course I’m scared.”

“You know what I did when I found out I was pregnant?”

I looked over at her weakly.

“I cried for two hours, accused Theo of ruining my life, then ate an entire Taco Bell party pack by myself.”

Despite everything, a tiny laugh escaped me.

Camille pointed immediately. “There she is.”

I huffed another weak laugh while covering my face briefly with one hand.

“I’m serious,” Camille continued softer now. “Nobody feels ready at first.” Her eyes dropped briefly toward the pregnancy test before lifting back toward mine. “But then one day you realize there’s this tiny little person depending on you and suddenly…” Her voice cracked slightly. “Everything changes.”

Agent Bennett stayed quiet during most of it, leaning lightly against the counter nearby while giving us space. Professional enough not to intrude. Kind enough not to leave.

I appreciated that more than she probably realized.

Finally she spoke carefully. “Mrs. Ashcroft.”

I looked toward her slowly. Her expression stayed calm. Grounded.

Like she was trying to anchor the room before we all emotionally floated into space.

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