Roman glanced at her again, noticing the subtle change in her expression. His eyes dropped to her hand, resting on her stomach.

His gaze lingered there for a moment before returning to the road. "Evelyn?"

She blinked, turning to him. "Hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

Evelyn smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Just tired."

Roman squeezed her hand. "We're almost home."

She nodded, leaning her head against the seat, her hand still resting on her stomach. ‘I'll be a better wife,’ she promised silently. ‘I'll give him everything. I won't let anyone take him from me.’

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When they got home, Roman insisted on making her tea despite her...