"Now that we have a baby on the way, we need to be extra careful about everything. You need proper nutrition."
My eyes fixed on the faint red marks peeking out from beneath his collar. I let out a silent, scornful laugh and took the soup.
His eyes curved into crescents, filled with anticipation.
"Is it good?"
I rested my hand on my belly and answered softly.
"It's good."
Love spilled from Dominic's eyes—but in that moment, I couldn't tell how much of it was real.
If he knew that the lie he'd told to reunite with his first love had killed his child...
Would he even grieve?
Night deepened. Fireworks bloomed brilliant outside the window.
Dominic took my hand, his other arm hovering protectively over my stomach.
"It's Valentine's Day. Let's go for a walk."
I shot him an amused glance.
"Not busy today?"
The first Valentine's Day after the bankruptcy, I scrubbed greasy dishes in a restaurant kitchen, worrying about rent—while he accompanied Clementine on shopping sprees across the city.
The second Valentine's Day, debt collectors cornered me in my cramped rental. They broke my wrist. He was with Clementine, chasing the Northern Lights in Norway.