Celina stared at the pregnancy test on the sink in the company bathroom, unable to look away from those two pink lines. Positive.

Her heart was racing, and her mind was in chaos.

"What am I going to do now?" she muttered, running her trembling hands through her hair.

She began to pace back and forth, feeling despair growing in her chest.

"I could get fired... I don't even know who the father is..."

Her breathing was rapid. Her head was spinning. She had no idea how many weeks she was, and that uncertainty terrified her.

If it was César's, it would be a twist of fate. One last bond that would tie her to him forever, when all she wanted was to forget him.

If it were Thor's...

Celina narrowed her eyes, refusing to finish the thought.

Tears streamed down her face. She wasn't ready for this.

The sound of the phone ringing in the next room made her hold her breath. She ignored it, unable to move. The phone rang again. And again.

On the third ring, Celina felt irritation mingle with despair.