YELENA

Tyler let out a weak laugh, the kind that didn’t even sound like him anymore. His shoulders shook as he dragged a hand through his hair, shaking his head slowly.

“I know…” he whispered, his voice was rough, like every word was cutting him from the inside. “I’m not worthy of her…”

His eyes dropped to my stomach, and something inside me twisted.

“I don’t deserve..."

He didn’t finish because suddenly… I felt it.

A shift. It was soft, light but real.

I ...