Summer’s POV
I barely slept that night.
Not because I was crying.
Not because I was thinking about Ethan.
Not even because I was thinking about the divorce.
For the first time in weeks, Ethan wasn’t the first thing occupying my mind when I closed my eyes.
It was the tiny life growing inside me.
My hand rested over my stomach beneath the blanket.
There was nothing there yet.
No bump.
No movement.
No physical sign that anything had changed.
And yet everything had changed.
I turned onto my side.
Pregnant.
The word still felt foreign.
I whispered it silently.
Pregnant.
I was going to have a baby.
My chest tightened.
Then another thought followed.
The father.
My eyes opened.
The biker.
I still didn’t know his name.
I didn’t know his real face.
I didn’t know his age.
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