Layla’s POV
The fear lingered for the next few hours.
It hit me right there, somewhere between waking and remembering. And, so sharp and immediate, like some haunting spirit.
Heavy on my chest, I knew I had done something extremely reckless.
The stormy rain was gone and the road was quiet again. But my thoughts were anything but peaceful. It made me press my hand to my stomach, as I felt a hot flare of panic rise to my chest. It crept up my cheek and soon my entire face became crimson red.
I should have done this.
What if I… what if we hurt the baby?
The question spiraled, multiplying into a dozen worse ones. My body still felt tender, over aware of the things Jaxon did to me.
But then, that didn't stop the fact that I acted dangerously. I mean, every damned ache that I felt se
