Erin's POV
“What the…” my words were cut off as I looked in the mirror.
My normally flat stomach had the tiniest beginnings of a baby bump. I turned forward, and back to the side at least twenty times, staring in shock. This was madness. It didn’t make sense.
I was only technically four weeks along, despite measuring five weeks on the scan.
Rowan walked out of the ensuite bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist.
“Mmmm,” he groaned, walking up behind me. His arms snaked around my waist, and I had to fight the disgust that rolled through my body like a tidal wave. “Why so stiff baby?” his lips pressed against my shoulder, something that would have had me melting before, but right now, I wanted to run.
I knew my body was stiff. I didn’t want his hands on me. I didn’t wan
