OLIVIA POV
I couldn’t fall asleep.
Even if my body was wrung out, trembling from exhaustion, too tired to even blink, my mind refused to shut down.
The ceiling above me was nothing but darkness, but it might as well have been full daylight for how awake I felt.
Albert’s body was pressed against mine, solid and warm. He was spooning me, his chest rising and falling in slow, even rhythm, his arm heavy across my stomach. His hand rested exactly over my womb.
Where life was growing.
That thought hit me again — soft and sharp all at once — and I bit down on my lip to keep from crying for the hundredth time tonight.
Life. Inside me.
Our life.
And the more I thought about it, the less I could stop thinking.
I’d asked my father, before going upstairs, who was spreading those damn rumors.
