Chapter Fifteen

Nala.

By unspoken agreement, Salvatore and I tried to do things together following his brother's instructions to keep me and our son safe.

We had breakfast every morning, and Salvatore would murmur something to me before dropping to his knees and saying something to my belly.

The first time he had done so, it had been a little awkward and stilted, but I had given him permission and accepted his touch. Now it had become common place for him to press his ear to my stomach, hands on the roundness as he growled and “spoke” to our son. We still refrained from conversing more than necessary, but we weren’t together because we were in a relationship, it was for our son.

I simply had to remind my heart of that daily.

Such as when he took me for walks through the expansive gardens or when he paced at my side while we toured some of the small shops and prepared the nursery. Those were the most difficult times, when i would stare at an adorable blanket or an even cuter stuffed animal and know