We got home from the hospital in silence.

Clara held my hand the whole ride, and Brayden kept stealing glances at me through the mirror. My belly felt smaller. Lighter.

When we walked into the house, I froze.

Alessia.

Lounging on the couch, a glass of wine in hand. Leonardo beside her. Their legs touched, too close. Too intimate.

Brayden’s voice snapped. “What the hell is this?”

Alessia looked up, all fake surprise. “Oh, welcome home. I didn’t ...