Winner, Winner

ASTON

Alone for the first time all week, I didn’t really know what to do with myself. It was so strange how quickly I’d gotten used to having Blake around. To be fair, I was hardly ever alone at work, either.

The silence in the room seemed deafeningly loud, especially since I could see the busy streets below when I looked out the window. I spent some time doing just that—people watching from my perch on the windowsill in the suite.

When I was done with that, I ran a nice bath and soaked until my skin wrinkled while I read an e-book I’d purchased on my phone. I’d read that you shouldn’t make the bath too hot when you were pregnant, so the water cooled down fast. I kept having to add warm water.

When I got annoyed with doing that and was fearful I’d resemble a prune if I stayed in the water much longer, I slipped into one of the complimentary white robes in the cupboard.

Settling on the sofa with a bottle of water, I put my feet up and crossed my ankles as I flipped through the channels