Jacob bought me more things than I could ever have imagined. He had stocked my wardrobe long before I had even come to the mansion, but none of those clothing would fit in a while, and I knew that.

What I didn’t know was that Gucci had a maternity section. Or Alexander Wang, to be perfectly honest. But Jacob did, and he insisted on getting only the best. I knew that it wasn’t superficial at this point. He was following strict medical instructions.

There were no ...