Eamon's POV:

The next morning, I was determined to make amends. Isadora's rejection still stung, but her health and the health of our baby took precedence above all else. I couldn't afford to let my ego stand in the way.

I entered her chamber quietly, carrying a tray laden with a hearty breakfast and a vase of fresh flowers. Isadora lay on the bed, her expression distant and uninterested.

"Good morning, Isadora," I said softly, trying to keep my tone gentle.

She glanced in my direction, her eyes filled with a mix of irritation and exhaustion. "What do you want, Eamon?"

I set the tray down on her bedside table...