“Indy, just tell me. Are you okay?” 

I nod, not trusting my voice. 

“Did something happen? Are you sick?” Anguish ripples over his face, his tone pleading. 

“Kind of,” I manage, tears welling in my eyes. 

His expression is stricken as he stares at me with wide eyes. “Baby, whatever it is, you can tell me. I don’t care if we’re hooking up or not, I’m here for you.”

I nod, bringing my hands to my cheeks. 

“Talk to me, Indy,” he pleads. 

I close my eyes, not wanting to see his expression as I blurt out, “I’m pregnant.”

The words hover between us, causing the air to shift. Noah stops talking. I force my eyes open. His head jerks back like I pushed him and he stares at me in confusion. “Um, what?” 

I work a swallow and repeat myself, relieved my voice doesn’t crack. “I’m pregnant, Noah.”

“A baby?” 

I nod. Noah’s hand slides off the center console and wraps around my wrist. Still, I can’t read his thoughts other than the sheer confusion in his eyes. 

“I just found out today,” I add. 

“Are you —”

“I’m keeping it.”

He shakes his head and I flinch, ripping my wrist from him. 

He grabs it again, squeezing. “That’s not what I was going to ask.” He dips his head to meet my eyes so I’m staring directly into his when he says, “I was going to ask if you’re okay?” 

I blow out a sigh, my body burning hot and cold. Nerves and fear and uncertainty swirl through my limbs with the force of a hurricane. I feel like I’m going to be sick. 

“Indy?”

“I don’t know.” I look at him. The more seconds that tick by without him freaking out causes my emotions to swirl violently. I feel wild, out of control, scared out of my mind. 

Noah’s expression softens. Without hesitating, he leans over the center console and pulls me into his arms. The second my face rests against his shoulder, I breathe him in. Tears track my cheeks as I cry and Noah holds me. 

“Noah, I don’t know,” I repeat myself. 

“You are, Indy,” he says without a trace of doubt. “You are.”