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“You are not wrong.” I place my hand on her forearm. “You heal in whatever way you see fit, understand? There is no right or wrong way. Just the ‘you’ way, okay?”
“Thank you for saying that.”
“And Jake sounds like a very special person. I’m glad you’ve got him helping you through this.”
“He is.” Her face glows. “He’s amazing. And now Mum and Dad know, we’ve started to make plans for the baby’s arrival. It feels like a whole new start for all of us.”
Her eyes slide to the engagement ring on my finger.
“Are you getting married before or after the baby is born?”
I glance down at my bump. It’s obvious I’m pregnant now.
“Babies.” I smile. “I’m having twins. And I don’t know. After, I guess. It’s all been pretty fast.”
“Twins?” Chelsea grins. “Wow, that sounds busy. Are they boys or girls? This one is a girl.” She takes one hand from her mug and strokes her belly.
My eyes drop to my bump. “I don’t know.”
“Did you want a surprise? I’m not patient enough for that. I like to plan. Know what I’m up against.” She giggles. It’s the first time I’ve heard her giggle, and the sound makes warmth radiate inside my chest.
“Me too,” I muse. “I always like to know what I’m handling.”
I pull up to Drew’s house in the new Range Rover he bought me. I’ve had to fight an eye roll each time I’ve gotten into it. Not that I don’t love it, but I never pegged myself as being the kind of girl who swoons over extravagant gifts from men.
Until Drew.
They don’t even need to be extravagant. It’s all the late-night ice-creams he gets. The bump massage oils. The print outs of car seat research he’s been doing, annotated with his comments.
It’s every thoughtful thing he’s done for me since I agreed that day by my car that it would be him and me.Us.
My phone rings in my purse as I get out of the car. I pull it out, sighing as I answer.
“Henry?”
“You okay, Soph? You sound tired.”
I close the car door and lock it, heading toward the front door of the house.
“I’m fine. I’ve just finished work.”
“That’s a late one.”
I don’t bite. I’m well aware that it’s past seven at night. I don’t need Henry telling meagainthat I should give my caseload to amanat the practice so that I can let my clients down as I put my feet up and die of boredom for the remainder of this pregnancy.
“I was calling to check if you’re okay after those photos.”
“How fortunate for me that Jules called them into you, hey?” I regret the sarcasm as it leaves my lips. It’s a coincidence that Henry took the call. He was just doing his job.
He doesn’t pick up on it. In fact, he sounds concerned.
“I wanted you to know that you can talk to me. It can shake you up knowing you’re being followed. I’ve seen it so many times at work. I wanted you to know that I understand it can freak you out, and I’m here to talk if you need it.”
He’s right. He does see it happen in his job. And he’s probably got a good grasp over how unnerving it can be for witnesses. But I’m used to it. If I was easily intimidated by these assholes, then I wouldn’t be able to do my job.
“Thank you,” I say, meaning it. “That’s nice of you to offer, but really, I’m fine.”
“Good.” He pauses. “How are the babies?”
