AVA'S POV
I didn't sleep much that night.
Not because something was wrong. But because something was right, maybe even too right.
Ethan's words echoed through me long after he had fallen asleep, his steady breath brushing softly against my hair as I lay cradled against him. "Maybe even through someone who carries both of us."
I had replayed that moment in my head so many times, I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or living. It wasn't that I hadn't thought of starting a family someday, but the word someday always sounded too fragile, like a faraway melody you didn't want to chase too fast. Now, suddenly, it was here. Tangible. A possibility planted right in front of me.
Could I be a mother? Would I be good at it?
The thought warmed and terrified me in equal measure.
