Ava is pregnant.

Ava walked over and pulled the door open, revealing a housekeeping staff member standing outside, a tray of food balanced in his hands.

"Come in," she said, stepping aside.

The man entered with a polite smile, carefully placing the tray on the table before arranging the dishes. "Enjoy your meal," he said with a nod before quietly exiting.

Ava turned back toward Dylan. "Let's eat." She moved to his side, helping him to his feet before settling him into the wheelchair. She wheeled him to the table.

But as she reached the table, she froze. Her eyes widened in astonishment, lips parting in surprise as she took in the beautifully arranged feast before her.

Every single dish was her favorite, from the elegantly plated pasta to the rich, decadent chocolate mousse.