Ella
Election day came sooner than I anticipated. On the morning of, I woke to find Alexander already out of bed and nowhere to be found. I discovered through Lilith, as I scarfed down a plate of toast and eggs, that he had left at the crack of dawn to handle last-minute meetings and preparations.
“Do you think he’s going to win?” I asked around a mouthful of eggs as Lilith sipped her coffee across from me.
She shot me a look. “Do you think he’s going to win?”
“You’re deflecting,” I chuckled.
Lilith sighed, then nodded. “I think he has a very good chance. Thanks to you.”
Right. Thanks to me. Not the baby I was carrying in my belly. “Sometimes, I think the growing bump gave him a little push.”
“In more ways than one,” Lilith commented.
My brows shot up. “What
