his palm, embracing his touch. “So, you’re not mad?”
“Of course I’m not mad. Like I said, you’ve taken way better care of me than you ever needed to, and I love the idea of you being home more. I just want you to be happy.”
He smiles at me. “I am happy. I just want to make sure you are.”
I suck in a discreet breath and nod. “I am.”
“Good.” Suddenly, his gaze darts to the windows. “And happiness is about to spread even more.”
“Why?” I start to turn my head to see what he’s staring at, yet he grabs my hand and pulls me from the bed, guiding me toward the window and out onto the patio.
Wrapping the sheet around my body, I follow him outside, and then my jaw nearly drops to the ground.
Sparkling across the back lawn of Lila and Ethan’s home is over a thousand white, twinkling lights that spell out Will You Marry Me? And standing next to the words is a very fidgety looking Ethan, decked out in a nice suit.
“That’s what you two were doing?” I peer up a Micha. “You could have told me. I wouldn’t have said anything to Lila.”
He shakes his head. “No way. I needed the secret for collateral, which, FYI, you still owe me a secret.”
I force a tense smile, but before I can say anything, he holds up a finger. “Wait for it.”
Moments later, the most delighted scream I’ve ever heard rings across the neighborhood.
“Oh, my God! Yes! Yes!” Lila cries, her voice getting louder and louder.
Micha and I are laughing as we lock eyes. But, his humor quickly vanishes.
“Remember when you said yes?” He tangles his fingers with mine and grazes his thumb across my ring. Only love fills his eyes, and it makes me feel wonderfully full.
“Of course.” As my guilt surfaces, I place my arm across my stomach. “It was one of the best days of my life.”
He gives me the most genuine smile then moves in to kiss me. When our lips connect, my guilt consumes me. I want to tell him, but I almost start to cry just thinking about what’s happening to me. Realizing how brutal and ugly the words would be if they poured out of me right now, I decide to keep my lips sealed, not wanting to ruin his happiness.
When I can be happy myself, then I’ll tell him.
Chapter 8
Ella
I manage to keep the secret for almost two weeks. It’s not easy by any means, and I keep having a dream that I’m holding a little girl in my arms. On the thirteenth night of my secret keeping, though, I have the most terrible nightmare about the past and the day I ran out on Micha.
As I lie awake in bed the next morning after Micha has left to go search for a new studio, my guilt gnaws at me.
I need to tell him.
But, I need to be able to tell him without losing my shit.
I close my eyes and inhale and exhale like I was taught to do in therapy. Then I drag my ass out of bed and make the call I should have made two weeks ago when I got the news.
“Ella!” my sister-in-law Caroline cries as she answers the phone over the sound of cheery music. “I was just thinking about you.”
“Really?” I pull on a pair of shorts with one hand before I head downstairs to find something to eat.
“Yeah, it was so weird, but I had a dream about you last night,” she says. “It must have been a sign that you were going to call me.”
“I call you, like, once a week.” I enter the kitchen and throw open the fridge, rummaging for something that looks tasty. I haven’t gone shopping in a couple of weeks—too busy—so there’s nothing in it that looks remotely good.
“But never this early,” she says, and then the music silences. “Why aren’t you at work?”
I close the fridge door. “I’ve been letting Gena run the place for the last couple of days.”
“Why? I thought you said she couldn’t handle it.”
“She can’t, but I’ve been… sick.”
“Oh, my God!” she exclaims. “You’re pregnant!”
My lips part in shock as I sink into a chair at the kitchen table. “How does
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