Betty tossed and turned in bed, her mind dashing in every direction as sleep eluded her. She wasn't sure whether it was the pregnancy hormones or Grayson suddenly avoiding her right after he said he wanted to spend more time with her.
She flipped her pillow to the cooler side for what felt like the tenth time and let out a slow, frustrated breath.
This was ridiculous.
It was just dinner.
Just dinner.
But it hadn’t felt like “just dinner.”
And he hadn’t shown up.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
Maybe something happened.
Maybe he got busy.
Maybe he changed his mind.
That last one stung the most.
Her hand slid instinctively over her stomach, fingers resting there protectively.
“You’re not helping,” she murmured quietly to herself.
Her phone sat on the nightstand beside her. She had
