Chapter 41
JonahA weekend away would give me a chance to refocus on my relationship with Shannon. I hoped. The mounting pressure from my parents kept distorting my view of reality. What mattered wasn’t the money. What mattered was the baby—my baby—growing inside her.
A shock of excitement went through me. I didn’t care that we hadn’t planned on getting pregnant. For the first time, my life had a purpose.
I glanced over at her. Her long, curled lashes fanned on her cheek. The swell of her breast as she drew in a deep, sleep-induced breath stirred me. Dad was wrong. I didn’t have a hero complex. I wanted her, and I cared for her.
The plane touched down in Portland, shaking Shannon awake. She extended her arms and yawned.
“That was quick,” she said.
I chuckled. “I suppose, if you sleep
