I’m not exactly crying anymore, but somehow, my eyes still leak tears down my cheeks. Michael’s body is warm against mine. “Shhh… It’s not great, Babe. We both know that. I’m disappointed too. And I do understand that it’s harder for you. But these things happen. We’ll get past it. You’ll see. We’ll try again and, in a year, maybe, you’ll be introducing Cara to her sister or brother.”
His closeness, his heat, the sweet-spicy scent of him is soothing, drawing me back to reality. “I know.” But I’m still snivelling. I swipe the back of my hand over streaming eyes and nose.
From behind us, the creak of floorboards. Michael shifts, half-turning to look over his shoulder. “James? It’s alright. Come in.”
“Master…” I don’t know what to say. The words won’t come yet.
“Charlotte?” He sits besi
