Bright blue eyes.
Hazel ones full of glee.
Dark brown ones, fully dilated.
My gaze dropped to the dusky pink vitamin.
The main brand colour for a prenatal supplement.
It had been staring me in the face for weeks.
Had I remained blissfully ignorant on purpose?
No.
My eyes snapped back to Alec’s.
He’d tricked me with the birth control pill.
“What was the white pill?” I whispered.
This wasn’t happening. I couldn’t be pregnant. But the fatigue, the unsettled stomach—and oh my God. When was my last period?
“Sugar,” Rowan said.
I lifted my hand, almost touching my chest.
It made sense. My breasts had been tender—but I’d told myself I was due my period.
“Sugar,” I said, my voice low and flat as I stared at them.
Nothing registered.
I lowered my hand to my stomach.
Whose baby was it?
The number of times they’d come inside me. Together.
A joint venture.
Warmth covered my hand. Fingers curled gently around my palm.
Alec.
It should have been comforting. Right now, it felt like another lie.
I stood up—and Alec rose with me.
“Open.”
The single word settled between us.
I needed space, and even that was smothered.
He lifted the pill. Nick held out the glass of water.
Tears prickled behind my eyes, but I opened my mouth and swallowed the pill with a mouthful of water.
