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The next few weeks settled into a kind of rhythm at the townhouse, a delicate balance between comfort and suffocation.

The guys hovered around me like I was made of glass, watching each movement with an intensity that bordered on paranoia. It was sweet, but I also felt like I was living in a bubble.

They treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world, and while that was endearing, it could be suffocating at times.

Kael and Gerald continued their meetings. They chose to meet at the townhouse more often, mostly because I couldn't stand to be in a car for more than five minutes without feeling queasy. The morning sickness was relentless, and just the thought of driving made my stomach churn. Kael's patience was commendable, but Gerald's skepticism was etched into his very being.

Kael had gone back to the original doctor who'd diagnosed his seizures to get a clean bill of health, hoping to put his dad's doubts to rest. But Gerald wasn't buying it. He kept pointing out th