YELENA

I turned my head away, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me, then he walked back to the dishes.

I wanted to sit on the counter, to be at his level so I could watch him work, but as I glanced at the height of it and then back at my heavy stomach, I realized I wasn’t exactly in jumping condition.

Before I could even sigh in frustration, I felt large, warm hands wrap firmly around my waist.

I looked down and saw Tristan right there, his chest nearly brushing my ...