"Uhm… Roland, I have to go," Natasha said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with an emotion she couldn’t name. Her cheeks flushed with a soft pink hue, which she quickly tried to hide by glancing away.
Roland narrowed his eyes, catching the subtle change in her expression. His lips curled into a slight smile.
“You don’t have to get down just yet. I could drive a little closer to the house. No one’s rushing us.”
She quickly shook her head. “No need, really. It’s just a minute walk,” she replied, forcing a chuckle.
“Besides… it’s exercise for the baby,” she added, placing a hand on her belly as if that alone justified her need for distance.
There was a beat of silence.
Roland opened his mouth to argue but stopped when he noticed how her fingers lightly curled around her
