one hundred and sixty five

Jenny’s POV

As Elijah carried me to his room, I couldn't help but feel a rush of surprise and confusion swirling inside me. Our marriage wasn't built on love, but rather on circumstances beyond our control. I had expected him to take me to my room, a clear boundary between us, a reminder of the reality of our situation. Yet, here we were, in his room, a place that suddenly felt unfamiliar and intimate.

I watched him move with purpose, his strong arms supporting me, his eyes focused on ensuring my safety. Was this a gesture of care mandated by the doctor's instructions, a practical decision for the sake of our unborn child? Or was there something more beneath the surface, a hint of tenderness in his actions that I dared not acknowledge?

As we entered his room, I couldn't help but notice the subtle details that painted a picture of the man I had married. The neatly arranged books on the shelf, the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. It was