The door recognizes my handprint, clicking open soundlessly. Inside is a spacious, sunny room with pale yellow walls, empty except for built-in bookshelves and state-of-the-art air filtration systems disguised as decorative vents.
“What’s this?” Rowan asks, stepping inside cautiously.
“A nursery.” I stay in the doorway, giving her space to explore. “Or it will be. I thought perhaps you might want to design it yourself. When you’re ready.”
She turns in a slow circle, taking in the empty space with its large windows overlooking the most protected part of the grounds. “You built a nursery. Before knowing if I’d even speak to you again.”
“I built it because regardless of what happens between us, our child will need a safe place.” I run a hand through my hair, suddenly feeling uncharacteris
