Once a Doormat Now Untouchable (Caleb and Sydney) novel Chapter 367

**Chapter 367**

Sydney jolted back to reality, her mind racing yet oddly blank. She didn’t respond to Tiffany’s eager question; instead, she instinctively reached for her phone, her fingers quivering as they navigated the delivery app. The screen lit up, and with each tap, a mix of dread and anticipation swirled within her.

Tiffany stood frozen in disbelief, her eyes widening as she caught a glimpse of the order confirmation. “Wait… you’re really pregnant?” she gasped, the weight of the moment crashing down on them both.

Sydney’s medical expertise was something Tiffany had always admired, too much to question in this critical instant.

As the order processed, Sydney’s gaze lifted from the screen, her expression vacant. “My pulse confirms it. I’m pregnant. But that night, I took the morning-after pill. You even watched me take it, right?” The memory of that night was vivid, a snapshot of urgency and hope.

The reality of emergency contraception loomed over them; it wasn’t infallible. The possibility of pregnancy lingered, even if the odds were slim.

Tiffany nodded rapidly, her heart racing. “Yes! I remember. I dashed downstairs to the pharmacy just for you.” The recollection of her frantic late-night run flooded her mind, the urgency palpable.

That night, after Sydney returned from Julian’s place, they had shared laughter and drinks, a brief escape from reality. Then, in a moment of clarity, Tiffany had recalled the importance of the pill and sprinted out into the cool night air, her heart pounding with determination.

A heavy silence enveloped them, and Sydney’s thoughts spiraled.

Tiffany, sensing the weight of anxiety pressing down on her friend, tried to offer comfort. “Let’s just wait for the pregnancy test. Maybe you misread your pulse because you’re too anxious.”

“Yeah,” Sydney replied, nodding vigorously, though her mind was a chaotic whirlwind. She didn’t dare to place her hands on her belly, a gesture that felt both intimate and terrifying.

Barely ten minutes passed before the delivery arrived, the doorbell ringing like a harbinger of fate. Tiffany rushed to the door, her excitement palpable. She tore open the package with the urgency of a child unwrapping a long-awaited gift and thrust the test into Sydney’s hands. “You know how to use it, right?”

“Yes,” Sydney replied, her voice steadier than she felt. Though she had never used one before, the process seemed straightforward enough. She retreated to the bathroom, taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart, and steeled herself to face the reality of the test.

“Of course,” Sydney affirmed, her voice resolute. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, each one a testament to the joy and fear intertwining in her soul. The thought of nurturing her own child, of welcoming a new family member into her life, felt like a miracle unfolding before her. She couldn’t imagine letting go of this precious gift.

Not once had the thought of giving up the baby crossed her mind. The pill had been taken out of fear, out of a sense of unpreparedness—because she and Julian weren’t ready. But now, this baby had fought its way to her, and there was no way she would relinquish it.

Tiffany, having witnessed the struggles of single mothers through her work as a lawyer, felt her heart ache at Sydney’s firm decision.

She wiped her tears away, attempting to muster a smile, but it came out twisted and half-broken. Playfully, she poked Sydney’s forehead. “Idiot.”

Then, without hesitation, she enveloped Sydney in a warm embrace. “Babe, if you want to have it, we’ll have it. Don’t be afraid. I’ll be its dad. We’ll raise it together.”

In that moment, Sydney’s sobs transformed into a shaky laugh, the tension easing just a fraction. “Then… shouldn’t you get gender reassignment surgery first?”