But the seed was planted. The tiny whisper of doubt that maybe, just maybe, Nate's love was conditional. That without a baby, without the reason they'd gotten married in the first place, maybe he'd start looking elsewhere. He wouldn’t tell her he loved her if he didn’t, surely. That wasn't his style.

"I should get back," Prue said, suddenly desperate to be near Nate, to feel his arm around her, to hear him tell her he loved her.

"Of course. I'm sorry for dumping all this on you." Trish ...