Isabella sat on her bed with her phone still in her hand, her heart racing from Colton’s call. His voice had sounded steady, serious, but underneath it, she could tell he was smiling. 

“Start packing, Bella,” he had said. “I’ll be there first thing in the morning. My parents want you at the estate and they’ve already started talking about wedding preparations.”

Her hands trembled slightly as she lowered the phone onto her lap. Everything was happening so fast. Just this morning, she’d been crying in fear, wondering if Colton would accept her pregnancy. Now, he wanted her with him wanted their baby.

Clara entered the room quietly, a warm...