[EVE]
We had returned to Frizkiel—at my family's insistence—because they believed I should give birth in the place where I was born.
And I agreed.
Not just because it was my hometown, but because deep down, I didn't want Cole to know I was pregnant with his child.
Not yet.
I wasn't ready to face him. Not when my heart was still sorting through the wreckage he left behind.
"You good, waddles?" Dean grinned as I shuffled across the hallway to the bathroom for the sixth time that night.
"Say that again and I'll waddle over your face," I muttered.
"You'd have to catch me first," he called after me, laughing.
Spoiler: I did not catch him. I ran out of breath just glaring at him.
Meanwhile, Damien had installed new nightlights along the hallway. They were motion-activated, and every time I passed, a soft glow followed me like I was the main character in some magical fairytale . . . about an exhausted, very round princess who had to pee every hour.
