Aloe's POV
The first morning in Blake's penthouse without the immediate threat of capture felt surreal. I woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, the Manhattan skyline spread before me like a promise of possibilities. For the first time in months—maybe years—I'd slept through the night without nightmares of being dragged back to captivity.
My hand moved automatically to my belly, where the baby was already active. Twenty weeks now, officially halfway through the pregnancy. The ultrasound scheduled for this afternoon would reveal the baby's s*x if I wanted to know.
I wasn't sure I did.
"Morning." Blake's voice from the doorway made me jump. He held two cups of what smelled like coffee—decaf for me, probably, given his attention to pregnancy details. "Sorry, didn't m
