After that day, Finley bought a house right near the villa where I was staying. He stopped pushing to be close to me anymore, but he never drifted far either. In his own quiet way, he kept a constant watch over me and the babies growing in my belly.
Every morning, just as the sun peeked over the horizon, he would send over the freshest flowers, blooms I had once mentioned liking in passing back when we lived in the Fox family villa. I had never thought he would actually hold onto that offhand comment. The petals were dewy from the morning mist, plump and vivid.
Once the housekeeper set the bouquet out in the living room, their soft, sweet scent wrapped around every corner of the house.
Every afternoon, he would prepare a nourishing pregnancy broth for me each day.
Word had it he had
