The rooftop restaurant of the Fairmont Hotel glittered under warm string lights, the city of Chicago stretching beneath us like a glittering map. I had been rehearsing the moment all day—my hands shaking, my heart thumping with a mixture of joy and fear. When everyone settled into their seats, I rose, placing a protective palm over my abdomen.
“I have something to share,” I said, unable to stop the smile tugging at my lips. “I’m pregnant.”
