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Pia
No word from Dasia.
No word from Ryker.
Not that I expected any from either. The hurt I’d seen on Ryker’s face as I’d spewed out in hysterics over his being a murderer let me know my words had done damage I hadn’t truly intended. Over two weeks had passed, and every morning that I hugged the damn porcelain god, dry heaving my innards up, I wished for his presence.
The apartment felt so empty without him, my bed cold. My heart, even colder. I couldn’t even sum up excitement over knowing I would have a child, that I would have the chance to lavish love on a little soul all my own. Give that baby everything I’d never had. Spoil it rotten with hugs, kisses, and love.
For the first time in my life, I had my own forever home—made real by the tiny heartbeat I’d heard.
It had been on
