Aaron gently lifted Ivy’s dress and placed his hand on her belly, touching it with care. “All I want is to see him... or her... or maybe both,” he said softly.

Ivy smiled and stroked his chest.

“Ivy,” he whispered.

“Yes?” she replied.

“I’m not going to Scotland without you.”

She blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I’m taking you with me. I’m not leaving you behind,” Aaron said firmly.

“But… isn’t that risky?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“I don’t care. ...