Twenty-Five
Ellie
“I am so sorry I slept the whole time.” I pile eggs and bacon onto Jake and Owen’s plates.
Chuckling, Jake sits down at the table, while Owen stands and eats by the window. “It’s okay, Ellie. You’re pregnant. I want you to take it easy.”
Scoffing, I grab my plate and join him. “Seriously? I’m not a porcelain doll. I can still hike, run, and have fun.”
“Yes, you can do all those things,” he says with a wink, “but you need your sleep.”
Owen’s been quiet all morning. “What’s wrong, Owen?”
Brows furrowed, he takes a bite of bacon and then looks down at me. “I don’t know, Ells. Today doesn’t feel right for some reason.”
My body shivers. “I don’t like the sound of that.” Then again, it’s almost as if I can feel what he’s talking about. There’s a tension in the air; it’s
