**Ethan’s POV

I walked into Rosalie’s tent, not exactly sure what I was doing there or what I even planned to say to her when I spoke to her. But I needed to see her. Regardless of whether I was a heartless rogue or not, I always had one soft place in me, and Rosalie and our child were nestled in there, whether she wanted to be or not.

“What do you want now?” she asked. Her tone sounded more exhausted than angry this time. I saw that the baby was sleeping in the bassinet I’d carved for him. I didn’t want to disturb him, so I hoped we could...