TWENTY-SEVEN
Waking up in Max’s arms was still a dream. Tally wasn’t sure how long it would take her to get used to it, but having lost him, she knew never to take it for granted.
On her back, she opened her eyes to find him on his side beside her, his head on her shoulder, hand on her belly. He was stroking her with such care and tenderness, she immediately smiled.
“I hope you’re this attentive when he’s up screaming his head off at two AM.”
Shifting back, Max kissed her cheek and kept his head on her pillow. “Are you happy, Boss?”
His hand was still on her belly and the soothing caress was enough to make her eyes sink shut. “It feels normal,” she said on a content sigh. “I can’t believe how fast it’s become just… normal.”
“I lost who I was. Being back home with my girl,
