153 — The same for me.

I can hear my own heart beating in the middle of this silence. The words slip through my lips calmly and softly but are lost in this room, even though I can almost feel them hovering around us.

Tears wet my lashes, and I close my eyes, surrendering to the anticipation that burns in my chest, ache, tearing it apart.

Honestly, time seems to stretch out; the minutes seem to drag by. I don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting for an answer. In fact, I doubt it’s been that long, but it feels like this silence has been upon us for decades.

But of course, Julian’s arm is still on my body. He still holds me possessively, tightly. His breath is still on the back of my neck, chilling my overly sensitive skin. And his heart is pounding hard, too, as I can feel it against my back.

I open my lips, but is there anything else to say?

I’m pregnant.

I’m expecting your child.

And your silence is more of an answer than you reali