The only person I've betrayed was Adrian, and Saint had no issue helping me do that.
And yet, I'm too tired to call him out on his bullshit. And I'm sad. I'm so sad.
I place my hands on my stomach, and I feel something warm unfurl in my chest.
Pregnant.
I'm pregnant.
This should be a happy moment, and yet, my husband is nowhere to be found. When the first test turned positive, I thought my heart would explode. The second test showed nothing—just one line. The third was so faint I had to hold it up to the light, squinting to see if there was anything there at all.
But the first one was clear. Two bright pink lines. Positive.
I wait up, hoping Saint will come back and talk to me. Hold me. Show me a flicker of the man from the beach house.
He doesn't.
I finally fall asleep around four in the morning, alone, one hand pressed to my still-flat stomach.
Please be real. Please let this be the thing that fixes us.
When I wake, he's sitting in the chair by the window. He's fully dressed, and his green eyes are watching me intently.
"Sa—"
"We have a doctor's appointment," he says. No greeting. No warmth. "Nine a.m. Get ready."
I sit up, clutching the comforter. "Saint, we need to talk."
"We need to confirm it." He stands. "I'll be downstairs."
He leaves before I can respond.
I get dressed mechanically. Black jeans and a thick sweater.
The test is still on the nightstand. Two pink lines staring at me like a promise.
Dr. Reeves is a well-known OB-GYN. The kind who delivers mafia and Bratva babies regularly. Hell, I'm sure she delivered both myself and Saint—she's that old.
Yet, the sight of her kind, familiar face does nothing for me. I want to get this over with and go back to bed.
She's waiting for us in her private office, not the clinic. Discretion. Always discretion in our world.
"Mrs. Marini." She shakes my hand formally. "Mr. Marini. Please, sit."
We sit. Saint doesn't touch me. Doesn't even look at me.
I wrap my arms around myself, trying to stave off the chill.
"I understand we're confirming a pregnancy?" Dr. Reeves pulls out her notes.
"One positive home test," I say quietly. "The other two were...unclear."
She makes a sound in the back of her throat. "And when was your last menstrual period?"
"Seven weeks ago. Maybe eight." I shake my head. "I honestly can't recall." I glance over at Saint. "There's been a lot going on."
This time Saint makes a noise, and I feel myself stiffen.
