Kennedy
I wake up alone, in my bedroom. I listen, but don’t hear Quirin anywhere in our room. I notice that it’s dark outside and I must have slept through the afternoon into the evening. When I sit up, I see that I’m in Quirin’s t-shirt. As frustrated as I am with him, I can’t help but smile. He’s taking care of me, even though I’m angry and even though I’ve pushed him away. It’s the side of Quirin that no one else sees, the side that only I ever get to see. The soft side of Quirin.
Damn, I can already feel my heart softening toward him.
I look down and rub my stomach. We need to have a conversation very soon about this pup I’m carrying. I have no idea if that will make things worse between us, but Quirin has a right to know.
I sigh, getting out of bed. I feel weak and nauseous, but I
