chapter one hundred and fifty-six

Emily POV

"You know Ethan won't give up on revenge," Justin says as he gets up with David, who had fallen asleep in his lap.

"Yeah, we know," Tyler grumbles.

I run my fingers through his hair and settle back on the couch.

"Justin, stop worrying about it. Go give attention to Ingrid; she's alone in the room," I say.

"I just want to warn you. It's okay that you want to live away from the drug trade and all, but it's not time to let your guard down," he says, turning around, and quickly his image disappears from the room.

"Did you notice the way David fell asleep on his lap? I thought it was so..."

"Cute?" I ask.

"Yeah, that's it."

Men.

What's the difficulty in saying a word?

"I miss when Olivia used to rest her head on my lap, like you're doing now," I say, stroking his face.

"Do you want me to leave?"

"No, you brute, you can stay. I like it when you do that too."

"I love you," he says, turning to my belly. "And you, little one, I love you too."

"Don't be so sure it's going t