After Ethan left, I sat in bed with Emma fussing around me, but my mind was spinning in completely different directions.

I was pregnant with Tristan's child.

The more the reality sank in, the more a strange warmth started spreading through my chest. Not the panic I'd felt initially, but something softer. Something almost like... joy?

"You're smiling," Emma observed, setting down a fresh water glass. "That's good. I was worried after the vomiting..."

"I'm okay," I said, and meant it. "Better ...