Erin's POV
“The pregnancy is going to be an issue,” my lawyer tapped her pen against pursed, lips, her eyes trained on the ceiling.
As promised, Azure ensured that he was touching me at all times during my retelling of how we ended up here. At first, it hurt. Every word clawed its way out of my throat, leaving behind wound after wound.
Somehow, Azure seemed to be in tune with the hardest parts of the story, shocking me when he’d move from intertwining our fingers, to massaging my leg, or using his thumb to rub small circles on the outside of my hand.
“I hardly see an issue, Cecelia,” Azure used his free hand to rest his chin against his palm. “Erin created a life and thank the f*****g Goddess it was with me and not that asshat Connolley.”
Mrs. Lawson slowly turned her sharp gaze on
