Chapter 63

(Emily's POV).

"You sure you don't want to talk about your problem?" I asked once again, eyeing Mike as he leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples with that familiar look of exhaustion.

His body language screamed that something was weighing on him.

Mike shook his head, offering me a half-hearted smile.

"There’s no problem, Love. I’m just tired, that’s all."

I wasn’t buying it. Not this time. I knew him too well to be fooled by a simple shrug and forced grin.

"You’ve been distant, Mike. I can feel it. If it’s something serious, you know you can tell me."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, which had grown a bit longer than usual.

"I don’t want you worrying. Especially now with the baby on the way."

His voice softened as if the mere mention of our baby was a shield to protect me from whatever it was he didn’t want to share.

I folded my arms, standing in the kitchen doorway, watching him. He didn’t want to talk, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t find a way to ease his