nctuary, our sprawling villa on Lo
hed i
de Roche Bobois sofa, Mark's hand resting
gain!" she giggled, pressing his
, unadulterated tenderness I hadn't se
fists clenching the div
e. His smi
d another panic attack today. The doctor said it's severe pren
aped me. "This i
ed, pleading. "Once the baby is born, I'll sort things out. I'll help
er word. I turned
I could hear their
a strong little kicker!" Sophi
k and I used to share, and let the
o bed. He tried to spoon me, hi
ce thick with what sounded like contritio
didn't know I hadn't
ipped through the house from the g
! Get away! Stop fi
ven bothering with slippers
ith his low, soothing murmurs, pun
nstairs. The smell of frying bacon, Ma
inst the counter, while Mark,
a sly smile to
false sweetness. "Mark was just saying how... inconvenie
ave people looking out for me. *Real* people. People who matter.
a stumbled, cried out, and dramatically clutched her
ng a trembling finger at me. "S
the plate.
ushed to Sophia, his face a mas
e roared, scooping Sophia into his ar
y to the hospital, leaving me standing ami
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