(Aurora's POV)
"No," he said. "You're not." Something shifted in his expression - the lightness dropped out of it, replaced by something quieter and more direct. "But for the record, you're not going home alone either. I'm yours. That's not going to change."
I held his gaze for a moment.
Then I picked up the smaller bag and handed it to him.
"Good. Then you can carry this."
(Author's POV)
The following Saturday, Olivia arrived at Aurora and Phineas's house with enough baby supplies to stock a small nursery. She and Aurora spent the entire afternoon in the home theater, working through three films in a row with a blanket between them and a bowl of popcorn that went mostly untouched.
When the credits rolled on the third movie, Olivia still hadn't moved.
Aurora looked at her sideways.
