Ivy's face flushed at Margaret's talk about babies.

She and Ethan hadn't even... how could they possibly have a baby?

After dinner, she wandered to the garden to check on her roses. Though autumn had arrived, a few delicate buds still clung stubbornly to their branches, defiantly pink against the darkening sky.

She tenderly touched a bud, watered the plants, and snapped two photos. Without thinking, she sent them to Ethan. By the time she realized what she'd done, it was ...