Soft.
Safe.
Normal.
Which is exactly why I needed to be here.
Because David is coming home tonight and I know that means we’re about to take this thing to a new level.
And part of me is really nervous because if I’m wrong about him—well, there goes my heart.
Ad’s propped up on a mountain of pillows, one hand resting over the slight swell of her belly, the other flipping through the paperback I just handed her.
“You bought me three?” she says, eyebrows lifting.
“You’re on bedrest,” I remind her. “That’s basically a legally sanctioned reading vacation.”
Nathan walks in with a tray, careful as always, like the world might crack if he moves too fast.
“Tea for my girls,” he says gently.
He sets the mugs down on the nightstand and presses a kiss to Adrianna’s temple.
I swallow. That kind of quiet devotion still surprises me.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her.
“Restless,” she sighs. “Annoyed. Hungry. Emotional. So pregnant.”
We laugh.
And it feels good.
Grounding. Familiar.
I hand her one of the titles I’ve brought.
“This one’s morally gray but secretly obsessed,” I tell her. “You’ll love it. Seriously, Andres and Ellie’s story just hits you, right here.”
I tap my chest.
She smirks knowingly. “You always say that.”
“Because it’s true.”
Nathan chuckles and shakes his head. “You two and your book boyfriends.”
“You’re just jealous,” Adrianna says sweetly.
He kisses her again and leaves us to it.
We settle into the rhythm of easy conversation.
She asks about the shop.
About Bella.
About—him.