MILO
“One,” Leone starts counting, and she curses under her breath. She reluctantly climbs over me to settle in the middle, giving him her back.
“Two steps forward, ten back with these two,” I mutter. We lay in awkward silence for a second when Leone finally speaks.
“Some mothers don’t deserve to be mothers, Fallon. I understand that, but I believe you would be a good one.” There’s a gravity to his tone of voice that belies the threat lurking beneath.
“But if I think for one second you are jeopardizing any pregnancy or our baby when it arrives, I won’t hesitate to get rid of you,” he tells her. I know he is thinking of Lydia, which makes me glance at him. His son only lived a few days, I know he won’t handle losing another.
“Don’t make me regret that decision by allowing you to live a
