FIVE MONTHS LATER.
It had been five months since I married Zephyr. Ten, if you counted from the moment I was thrown into his world and everything changed.
I hadn't been on birth control, and though we'd made love a few times without protection or pulling out, my period had never been late. Not once.
I didn't know why it bothered me. It's not like I wanted a baby right now. I didn't. But a part of me still worried.
Maybe it was just bad timing. Maybe those times hadn't fallen within my fertile window.
I hadn't told Zephyr, so he didn't know about my worries.
Lately, my focus shifted to work.
I hadn't jumped into the position the day he offered it. I'd taken a month to take some courses and familiarize myself with the basics before stepping in.
Everyone at the office knew I was the
