(Mira)
Three weeks later, I woke up to sunlight across the bedroom floor.
For the first time in weeks, I didn’t wake up afraid of pain. I still moved carefully because Ridge would appear out of nowhere if I didn’t. But my body felt stronger, and the baby had been moving enough to remind me she was still right there with me.
The doctor had told me I was doing better.
Rest had helped. The bleeding hadn’t come back, and the cramps had stopped. I still had to be careful, but careful didn’t feel like being trapped anymore.
Ridge took careful very seriously.
Too seriously sometimes.
If I reached for anything higher than my shoulder, he was there. If I stood too long, he gave me that look. If I tried to carry a bottle of water and a plate at the same time, he acted like I’d picked up a who
