MasukNANCY'S POVI stared at him.The sentence was simple. The meaning behind it was not. He said it the same way he said he would drive me to work, or hold my hair, or stay until I fell asleep. Like care. Like something he had already decided he was allowed to offer.“Helped me,” I repeated.“Yes.” His eyes stayed on mine. “If that’s what your body needs, I can take care of it. I can make you feel better. Whenever you need it. You don’t have to go hide in the shower and pretend you’re fine.”Heat flooded through me all over again. I thought of the tile under my palm. My own fingers. The way I had stopped myself because he was ten feet away scrambling eggs.“You don’t know what you’re offering,” I said.“I do.” His thumb brushed the edge of my mouth, barely there. “I know exactly what your body does when it wants. I know how fast you get wet. I know the sound you make when you’re close. I also know you don’t want me to take more than you give. So I won’t. But I can put my hands on you. My
NANCY'S POVWhen I stepped under the spray, the water hit my shoulders and made me gasp. It ran down my chest, over my stomach, between my thighs. It helped a little. Not enough. The cold made my nipples ache. It did nothing for the heat lower down. I braced one hand on the tile and let my head drop forward. Water streamed off my hair into my eyes. Behind my closed lids he was still on the floor in the next room, shirtless, working, unaware that I was standing here dripping and restless because of him.My other hand slid down over the curve of my stomach.I was already wet. I could feel it even under the water, slicker than the shower, hotter. The thought was already there—his mouth between my legs, his hands spreading my thighs against this same tile, the way he used to look up at me when he told me to come on his tongue. The way he used to hold me open and lick until I shook. The way he used to push two fingers into me after and tell me I was ready, tell me to take him.My fingers f
NANCY'S POVI was three months pregnant now.The first trimester was almost behind me. Some days I still woke up queasy. Some days I felt almost normal, except for the way my clothes sat differently and the way my hand kept finding the small, firm curve of my stomach without me meaning to. The baby was no longer just two lines on a test. They were a fact I carried everywhere. A quiet weight. A secret my father still did not know.Zade had been in the apartment the whole time.He slept on the couch most nights, unless a nightmare pulled me out of sleep and I asked him to stay. He drove me to the office on the days I went in. He waited outside when I finished, or he came in with lunch in a paper bag and sat across from me in the common room while I ate. Sometimes he took me to a small restaurant nearby and watched me until I finished most of the plate. My colleagues thought he was my boyfriend. I heard it in the way they looked at him, in the little comments they made after he left.I d
NANCY'S POVAt the hospital he did the talking at the desk. I could not have formed a full sentence if I tried. They took us back quickly. The same doctor who had seen me after I fainted came in. She remembered my face. She remembered him too. She was calm in a way that made me want to scream and thank her at the same time.I gripped Zade’s hand while she examined me.I gripped it so hard my fingers hurt. He let me. He stood beside the bed and did not look away from my face, even when I knew he wanted answers from the doctor more than anything.“Is the baby okay?” I asked, before she had even finished. “Please. Just tell me.”“Give me a moment,” she said gently.Those seconds lasted years.Then she looked up and nodded.“The baby is fine,” she said. “Heartbeat is strong. This kind of light bleeding can happen. It can be from the cervix, or from strain, or from nothing we can point to. It is frightening, but it is not a miscarriage. Not from what I am seeing now.”The words did not lan
NANCY'S POV“Me either.”“I didn’t want to ask.” His voice had gone rough. “I thought if I asked, it would sound like I was trying to claim something. I didn’t want you to feel cornered. Especially not tonight.”“You didn’t corner me.” I stared at our hands. “I said our baby. I meant it.”He let out a breath that sounded like it had been stuck in his chest for weeks.“I don’t know how to do this part,” he said. “I know how to stand between you and danger. I don’t know what to do with a kid who might look at me one day and ask who I was before they were born.”“Then don’t think that far tonight,” I said. “Just stay here. That’s all I’m asking.”He nodded. His hand stayed where I had put it.“Can I tell you something without you thinking I’m trying to fix everything?” he asked.“Depends what it is.”“I’m glad you said our.” He swallowed. “I know it doesn’t mean you forgive me. I know it doesn’t mean we’re… anything. But I have been walking around this city telling myself I was only allo
NANCY'S POVThe rain filled the quiet between us. Slowly, my breathing evened. The shaking in my shoulders eased. The worst of the panic loosened its grip, leaving behind the raw, emptied-out feeling that always followed a dream like that.Zade noticed the change before I said anything. His hand stilled on my back. He did not let go immediately, but he loosened his hold, giving me the choice to stay or pull away.I sat back a little.He looked at my face as if he was checking for the last of the fear, then he let me go completely. The sudden absence of his warmth made the room feel colder.“Thank you,” he said quietly. “For letting me do that. For not sending me out of the room.”I wiped at my cheeks with the heel of my hand. “You don’t have to thank me for that.”“Yes, I do.” He stood, slow, careful not to startle me. “You didn’t owe me your trust tonight. You gave it anyway. That matters.”He turned toward the door.The sight of his back, of him leaving the room after I had just bee







