Cole's POV.

I didn’t sleep that night. Couldn’t. My body was lying in bed next to her, but my mind was already at war.

Emily, as usual, slept like a damn hurricane had passed through her. Arms sprawled, lips parted, hair a tangled mess against the pillow, breath steady. I watched her, eyes tracing the curve of her back under the blanket, her hand curled protectively over her belly.

Two months.

She was carrying our child. And Vanessa knew.

The photo still sat on my desk downstairs, the back of it burned into my brain. "We're not done yet, Emily."

I got out of bed, careful not to wake her....