Grace's POV
The water was perfect. Hot enough to ease the tension from my shoulders but not scalding. I leaned back against Hunter's chest, his arms coming around me, solid and warm. His chin rested on top of my head. I was glad he had gotten in the bath with me; he had beat me to asking him to join me. They were going to be the next words out of my mouth had he not started to strip.
"Just relax," he murmured.
I did, and I was surprised that after a few minutes, I was feeling better. Not so shaky. Him being here with me helped ground my thoughts, when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control.
My baby. I laid a hand on my stomach… I was carrying my baby. I would have treated Helena's baby the same, loved it in every way possible. But it was my baby I was carrying. 100% m
