The warmth of Nicolas’s body against mine was almost enough to make me forget reality—almost. His arms were still wrapped around me, our breaths mingling in the dimly lit hotel room. The storm between us had temporarily quieted, but I knew better than to believe it was over.
I had to say it now. Before I lost the nerve.
I had to tell Nicolas I was expecting his child. Now that him and Stella were done, maybe just maybe there was still a chance for us to be together.
I shifted slightly, my fingers tracing over his bare chest as I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Nicolas," I whispered.
He hummed lazily in response, eyes closed, his grip on my waist tightening for a brief second.
I took a deep breath. "I’m pregnant."
Silence.
A suffocating, heavy silence.
Then, his chest rumbled with
