LIORA'S POV
I woke up feeling exhausted, even though I’d barely done anything the day before besides walking out of that store and slamming my door shut. My eyes were still heavy, and my body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache. Maybe it was the stress—or maybe it was the fact that my due date was creeping closer, faster than I felt ready for.
I sat up, resting my hand on my belly. "Good morning, baby," I whispered softly, brushing my thumb in slow circles over the bump.
There was a faint kick in response, and I smiled despite myself. "At least you’re excited to meet me," I murmured.
The memory of Ronan’s voice from the day before hit me like a wave. I could still hear the way he’d called my name, the desperation in his voice as he’d begged me to stop and listen.
But I couldn’t let myself think about that. Not when I’d spent months trying to rebuild the pieces of my life that he had shattered.