Chapter 107

Kane has to help me in and out of the tub, which makes me feel helpless. Maybe if I could remember the last three weeks, could remember the pregnancy and my changing body, I wouldn't feel quit so inadequate. It all feels so surreal, almost like it’s happening to someone else.

Nothing fits, so I find a pair of Kane’s boxers and one of his sweaters. I like the way his smell envelopes me, as if the soft shirt is hugging me with his scent. It’s comforting in a weird way, and I don’t want to take it off.

He looks up and smiles at me when I walk into the living room. “Here,” he pats his knee.

I don’t wait or argue with him. I waddle across the room and melt into his lap, sighing contently when he put his arms around me. I crave his closeness and protection, and for some unknown reason, I start rubbing against him, covering myself in his scent. I blush and stop. “Sorry,” I mumble.

He wipes messy, wet hair from my face and pulls me in for a kiss. “It’s okay. It’s normal. You are, well, for la