Five Years Earlier
Bella's POV
Ronan sat in the waiting room chair like a man interviewing for a job he wasn't sure he wanted, back too straight, hands folded too carefully in his lap, eyes tracking every nurse who passed like they might ask him to leave.
"You don't have to come in with me," I said, watching him. "The waiting room's fine. Most people wait out here."
"I know."
"That wasn't me asking you to sit out here. I'm saying you have the option."
"I know that too." He stood when the nurse called my name, adjusting his jacket like the movement might settle something in him that clothing couldn't actually fix. "Do you want me in there or not, Bella? I need you to just tell me plainly. I'm not going to guess my way through this one."
"I want you in there."
Something eased slightl
