**Ethan‘s POV

I looked her in the eye, and repeated myself firmly. “I can‘t, not anymore.”

I glanced at the bump on her belly, and gestured at the

swing hanging between the flower bushes. “Can we sit down somewhere?” I was sure she would get tired.

She nodded. The two of us went over to the swing, and I held it still for her to sit down.

I kept my feet flat on the ground as I leaned forward towards her.

It took me some time to get myself ready for a conversation like this. I wasn‘t good at sharing my thoughts, but I knew I had to.

Rosalie was...