Chapter Thirty
The days were blurring together, and I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Stefan's presence, always looming, became a constant in my life. And with each passing day, it seemed like I was inching closer and closer to whatever this was between us. I still didn’t fully understand it, but I could feel the pressure mounting. I had agreed to work with him for the baby’s sake, but that didn’t mean I was willing to surrender to him completely.
Yet, every time I tried to hold onto my independence, he would remind me just how small my world had become.
I stood at the vanity in the master bathroom, staring at my reflection. The pregnancy was starting to show, and every day it was a little harder to ignore. My stomach wasn’t large yet, but there was no denying the change. The fact that I was carrying Stefan’s child was something I couldn’t escape. It was there in every curve, every movement. And, try as I might to keep it at arm’s length, it was a constant reminder
