YELENA

I woke up with a weight sitting on my chest.

It wasn't exactly a pain. It was just… something heavy like the air in my room had changed while I slept.

For a moment I lay still, staring at the ceiling. The curtains were half open, allowing morning light to spill in softly and gold. It should have felt warm, but instead it felt cold against my skin.

I placed my hand on my stomach. It was rounder now, noticeable and real.

“Good morning, baby,” I whispered, forcing a small ...