I was still trying to recover from the shock of his grandmother being pregnant when the heaviness in my body reminded me—
I was, too.
Three months in, and some days I could barely believe it. Other days, like today, I felt everything.
I leaned back against the pillows Kody had so thoughtfully fluffed behind me, one hand resting gently over my belly. It still didn’t look like much, but I knew what was growing. I felt it in the way my moods shifted, the soreness in my joints, the strange cravings, and the constant fatigue that hit me like a wave no matter how long I slept.
He must have noticed the change in my breathing, because his hand moved over mine. “What’s wrong?”
“I just…” I hesitated. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this. I’m human. I’m not built for—” I caught myself, frow
