257\u00a0<\/p>\n
78%1\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSoon,\u201d I agreed. \u201cBut maybe let\u2019s wait a week or two. Just to make sure everything is going well.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever you want,\u201d Tristan said. \u201cThis is your decision.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
We drove in comfortable silence for a while and then Tristan said, \u201cYou know this means you\u2019re\u00a0<\/p>\n
going to have to take it easy at work, right? No more lifting heavy things or staying late.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m pregnant, not broken,\u201d I pointed out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d he said. \u201cBut Mara said you need to rest and I\u2019m going to make sure you do. Orion will\u00a0<\/p>\n
agree with me on this.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I rolled my eyes but I was smiling. \u201cYou\u2019re both going to be unbearable, aren\u2019t you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAbsolutely,\u201d he said without hesitation. \u201cGet used to it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
When we got home, Tristan insisted on carrying me inside even though I told him I could walk\u00a0<\/p>\n
just fine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m practicing,\u201d he said when I protested.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFor when you\u2019re further along and need the help,\u201d he said with a grin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I smacked his shoulder but I was laughing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He carried me all the way to the bedroom and laid me gently on the bed. Then he lay down\u00a0<\/p>\n
beside me and pulled me close.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d he said quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFor this,\u201d he said, placing his hand on my stomach again. \u201cFor giving me another chance at\u00a0<\/p>\n
being a father. For trusting me with something this precious. For being you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I felt tears prick my eyes. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to thank me for any of that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
<\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
15:05 Fri, Jan 16 DG\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 257\u00a0<\/p>\n
78%\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to though,\u201d he said. \u201cI want you to know how much this means to me. How much you\u00a0<\/p>\n
mean to me. I know you\u2019re scared because of what happened before. I\u2019m scared too. But we\u2019re going\u00a0<\/p>\n
to get through this together.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTogether,\u201d I repeated, liking the sound of that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not going anywhere,\u201d he promised. \u201cNo matter what happens, I\u2019m right here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I kissed him because I didn\u2019t have words for what I was feeling. All I knew was that despite\u00a0<\/p>\n
everything we\u2019d been through, despite all the chaos and pain and loss, we\u2019d ended up here.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Together, with a baby on the way.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And somehow, despite all my fear, that felt righ\u00a0<\/p>\n
I thought about the baby I\u2019d lost, the one Daxon had taken from me with his fists and his\u00a0<\/p>\n
cruelty. I would always carry that loss with me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But maybe, just maybe, this was my chance to heal. To have the family I\u2019d always wanted with\u00a0<\/p>\n
someone who truly loved me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re going to be okay,\u201d I whispered, more to myself than to him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re going to be better than okay,\u201d Tristan sai, holding me tighter. \u201cWe\u2019re going to be\u00a0<\/p>\n
amazing.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
And for the first time in a long time, I let myse believe it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The next morning, I woke up to find Tristan already awake, staring at me with an expression\u00a0<\/p>\n
that made my heart skip.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked, my voice still rough with sleep\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cJust looking at you,\u201d he said softly. \u201cAt the mother of my child.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I felt my cheeks warm. \u201cYou\u2019re going to be weird about this, aren\u2019t you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAbsolutely,\u201d he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. How are you feeling?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I took stock of my body. The overwhelming need was still there, but when I answered I said\u00a0<\/p>\n
|||\u00a0<\/p>\n
<\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
15:05 Fri, Jan 16 =\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 257\u00a0<\/p>\n
something else.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u0535\u00a0<\/p>\n
78%\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter, I think,\u201d I said. \u201cStill feel hot and I still want you, but it\u2019s not as bad as before.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s good,\u201d he said, relief evident in his voice. \u201cMaybe Mara was right about it easing up.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stretched and immediately felt his eyes on me watching the way my body moved. The heat in\u00a0<\/p>\n
his gaze made warmth pool in my stomach.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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