Chapter 89

Sydney 's POV Mark seemed to have gotten frozen on the spot. His hand that held the lighter remained poised at the tip of the cigarette that was still stuck in between his lips as he looked at me… or rather, as he gaped at me. His hands fell to his side. His words were heavily coated with disbelief. "You're not joking." I gave him a blank look. When did we become such buddies that I would make such a joke? I thought. He must be thinking the same because he shook his head and we just stared at eachother like that for a while. Suddenly, Mark seemed to now understand me as he quickly put away the cigarette and lighter away in his pocket. He looked alarmed, slightly panicked as he took a step closer, his gaze monetarily shifting from the hallway to my face. I wondered, slightly amused in the midst of all these emotional turmoil, if he was going to run. Does the mention of a baby or the sight of a pregnant woman scare him so much? Instead he took a step forward and asked, sounding concerned