Chapter One Hundred And Forty Five

I wake up feeling tired despite a full night's sleep. I wouldn’t say I slept well; my mind was in a jumble, consumed with thoughts of Josh and the possibility of him having a child.

As I sit on the edge of the bed, I notice Josh stirring in his sleep. His hands reach out, searching for me even though his eyes remain closed. When he realizes I’m not there, he sits up in a panic, looking around. But before he can fully awaken, he bangs his head against the headboard.

"That's the aftermath of drinking too much, Josh," I say, from across the large bed. I hand him an Advil and a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” he mutters, his eyes fixed on me. He takes Advil and water, I watch him as he swallows the pills and takes a sip of water. He seems to gather himself, his gaze never leaving me.

"Harper," he starts, his voice hoarse. "I know I owe you an explanation. Last night was... not my finest moment. I'm sorry, Harper. I know I should have told you," Josh says, regret evident in his voice as he