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Kylian's POV

We walked back to the living room. I climbed on the couch and didn’t fight it when he tucked the blanket around me. He sat down in the middle, picking up my legs and resting them on his lap.

“Thank you,” I mumbled.

“Should I go?” he asked softly.

I should have told him no. I wanted to tell him no, but another part of me wanted him to stay. That was the part I let win.

“You can stay,” I whispered.

“I will. Rest. I’m here,” he assured me.

I sighed and closed my eyes, letting my body relax. I knew this was a good time to tell him about the baby. I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t have the strength to get in to an intense conversation like that. I opened my eyes and found him staring at me.

“What?” I asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

He shook his head. “Nothing. You’re beautiful even when you’re miserable.”

I chuckled softly. “Thank you. I’m not feeling so beautiful.”

He leaned forward, grabbing the cup from the table, and hand