Aiden heard voices in the corridor, opened his eyes, and realized the next day had dawned. Kiersten slept soundly next to him, and he took the opportunity to study her unguarded face. It wasn’t difficult to imagine a child the age of the one that sat on Kiersten’s lap last night, with red hair and green eyes. Tracking his fingers over her rib cage, he wondered about the change in her body once she was carrying their child. Sighing, he chided, A little presumptuous, Aiden. She has no knowledge of your identity.
He rolled out of bed and quietly closed the door to the lavatory.
Kiersten opened her eyes. She had felt his hand move softly over her and wondered at his thoughts. Stretching, she remembered last night, and couldn’t keep the smile from her lips. Each time they had come together wa
