ELLIE

At breakfast the next morning, I was stuck in my head. Cohen had spent the majority of the night out in the city, and he'd been gone before I woke.

It disappointed me that we hadn't had s*x again, but the moment he'd crawled into bed he'd pulled my body close to his.

I never would have imagined Cohen was a cuddler, but I didn't have one complaint.

Still, I'd dreamt of our baby last night. Of what they'd look like. Of what raising them together with Cohen would ...