Grace stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, her hand instinctively resting over the slight curve that hadn’t been there two weeks ago. She wore a soft navy maternity dress, more out of comfort than necessity, but it hugged just enough to make her pause.
She tilted her head. “Do I look pregnant or just like I had too many pastries?”
Jullian, lying shirtless on the bed with his reading glasses low on his nose, looked over the rim of his book. “You look like my wife, who is spectacularly growing my child and glowing while doing it.”
She smiled. “Charmer.”
“Always.” He closed the book and got up, walking over to wrap his arms around her from behind. “You’re stunning.”
They stood like that in silence for a moment.
“Have you thought about when we should tell the company?
