Six months later...
I sit down in the chair out on the porch, wrapping my blanket tightly around me and curling my legs up into it. It's so cold here, but there's something about the cold air that makes it more breathable. It feels clean, fresh, unfiltered. Not at all like the air back in LA.
This view is something else too; endless snow-capped rolling mountains, as far as I can see. It's so peaceful.
"There you are," Sloan says when he opens the back door and sees me. "Are you drinking coffee?"
"No, it's tea," I scoff, rolling my eyes.
"Don't get all sassy with me," he says, sitting in the chair next to me. "I'm just making sure you stay healthy. You're carrying my baby after all."
"She asked that you let us breathe for five minutes," I say in annoyance before sipping my
