Grace's POV

I woke before Hunter, the early morning light shining softly through our bedroom curtains. I'd been doing that a lot lately, waking before my alarm, my body already attuned to some internal schedule I hadn't consciously set. Today was the big day. Our sixteen-week ultrasound.

I slipped out of bed quietly, heading to the bathroom where I studied my profile in the mirror. The change was unmistakable now. My formerly flat stomach had developed a definite curve, more pronounced than ...