All that? All that she'd spilled to him and pulled her emotions out of her soul to share with him and that was what she got? They were careful? Tracey thought for sure he would be pleased with her divorce, if not for the fact he hadn't wanted her to marry to begin with, as a friend, he would see it was the right thing for her. The healthy thing to not stay attached to Isaac when he didn't, or couldn't, love her.
She felt her world crashing down around her. No, she hadn't expected for Blaise to be pleased that the child was his and she should have prepared herself much better for this. Tracey pulled herself back, mentally, emotionally, even physically from him as she scooted over on the bed.
"I was with no one else. Yes, I'm saying it's yours." But by then all the hope and excitement and anxiety had been wiped from her expression. She wouldn't let Blaise see how much this was hurting her. No matter what they decided, she'd agree, she'd be strong. This was her mistake. She was preparing herself to be a single mum when she thought it was Isaac's, nothing had changed.
Pulling the parchment out of his hands, she rolled it up and was glad to have something in her hands to keep them from shaking. "Yes, we were careful. We've been careful these last ten years but potions fail." She let him look at her very flat stomach, so tempted to cross her arms over her skirt. Instead she stood, and squeezed the parchment tighter. "I just thought it was fair you should know. It wasn't something I did on purpose." He should know that, she had married Montague for Salazar's sake. "Until I saw the date on the healer's report I thought it was Isaac's. But it's not." She wasn't asking Blaise what he was going to do about it. Tracey almost didn't want Blaise to say anything at all.