ISABELLE.
The silence that followed Matt’s question felt endless.
I stared at him across the room, my mind racing through calculations, timelines, possibilities I didn’t want to consider. The weight of what we’d done—what we hadn’t done—settled over me like a heavy blanket.
I guess this was one of the reasons I’d decided to abstain until marriage, and because of that, I’d been ignorant about the morning-after pill. Sage had mentioned it once, but it didn’t cross my mind again until now.
My heart clenched at the thought of being pregnant with Matteo’s child. Yeah, having a baby was my dream, but him being the father? I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
“No,” I said finally, my voice steadier than I felt. “I’m not on the pill.”
Matt’s expression didn’t change, but I saw his hand tig
