Cole's POV.

I didn’t tell Emily what I was working on. I just asked her to stay in bed a little longer this morning. She gave me that look…eyebrows drawn together, mouth slightly pouted like she was ready to interrogate me…but I kissed her forehead and mumbled something about it being a surprise.

She was already exhausted. Between the dizziness, vomiting, and her quiet crying in the bathroom at night, she needed a break. So I told her to rest. And surprisingly, she listened.

I went straight into the spare room across the hall. The one she hadn’t opened in weeks. Boxes were still in there from when we moved...