Jameson stood at the window. When he knew I saw him, he held up a thermos. I shook my head and laid back down.
The tapping started, again.
I looked up and Jameson motioned for me to come to the window. Leaving the bed, I opened the patio door.
“What do you want?” I hissed.
“You seemed restless. I thought some hot chocolate would help you sleep.” Jameson held up the thermos, again.
“She’s going to kill me if I don’t get pregnant – and soon. Which is ridiculous, because I don’t think I will even be able to give away my child’s life to save my own.” I sighed.
“She will raise your child like royalty,” he promised.
“I need to get out of here. If you want to help me, come with me,” I invited.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“Stay here. I need to throw clothes on,” I said, shutting the p
