Epilogue Alexei Five years later . . .
“I don’t think I can do this,” Ryleigh whispers from the passenger side of the car, her hand resting on the round bump of her belly.
My stomach drops, and I reach over and place my hand on her knee. I hate the thought that she’s scared. “The glucose test? It’ll be fine. It’s just a quick blood draw. I’ll hold your hand and distract you. Anything you need.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at me. “I’m not talking about the glucose test today.”
She’s six months pregnant with our second daughter, our first biological child, if you want to get technical about it. Either way, I’m over the f*****g moon. We’re headed to the doctor’s office after we drop Ella off at her first day of kindergarten. So, yeah, it’s a big day all around.
Ryleigh’s gaze
