Serena got home and kicked off her shoes by the door. The apartment felt quiet in a way that made her thoughts louder. Dinner, Dominic’s concern, the conversation in the car — it all replayed in her head.

She rested a hand on her stomach without thinking. Four months and some weeks. It still didn’t feel completely real, even though she had been living with the truth for a while now.

Dominic knowing changed something. It made the secret feel heavier and lighter at the same time. He wasn’t judging her, neither was he pushing. He was just there.

She walked into the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water,...