Katrina slowly came awake, her body aching despite the unfamiliar soft mattress. But when she felt Richard’s hand on her stomach, she sighed in relief.
“Good morning.” She looked up him with a soft smile.
“Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”
Katrina shrugged. “Like I’m locked up in a prison cell.”
“I’m so sorry…”
“Hush. I was trying to make a joke. I’m fine.” She paused and then added, “I’m sorry you had to find out about the baby like this. I wanted to tell you once we were safe at your aunt’s place.”
“Afraid I’d go nuts?” he asked, his eyes full of love.
“Partly. I knew you’d be worried sick about me. This isn’t the best time to have a baby.”
“No, it’s not. But we’ll manage somehow. First, we need to get into the American sector, though.”
Katrina looked around at th
