EMMA'S POV
One month later, I'm twenty-eight weeks pregnant and enormous.
The contract is officially nullified. I have nothing except what Dominic and I are building together.
It's terrifying and liberating at the same time.
"You're sure about culinary school?" Dominic asks over breakfast.
"I am. But not until after the girls are born and settled."
"You could start sooner. We'll hire help."
"I want to be there. For their first months at least."
He smiles. "Okay."
Things are different now. Better. We don't hide what we are anymore. Mrs. Kowalski openly calls us a couple. Lily visits and teases us about being domestic.
But something still feels unfinished.
"What's wrong?" Dominic asks, noticing my expression.
"Nothing."
"Emma."
I set down my coffee. "I've been thinking about li
