Chapter 43: The Man

The next week is a strange blur, almost like a dream.

Rafe is supportive and attentive in ways I never expected. Whenever I'm bent over the toilet, fighting morning sickness, he's right there with me, holding back my hair. When I'm hungry, he makes sure I have whatever my stomach desires. When I'm exhausted, he carries me up to bed, and the couple of times I fall asleep on his couch in the middle of the afternoon, I wake to find a blanket draped over me.

It's too perfect. I'm almost afraid to believe this is the same man who accused me of trying to blackmail him when I first told him I was pregnant. I definitely don't let myself believe this sort of behavior will last forever - I know, in my heart, that his true self will emerge again soon. Whoever that 'true self' is.

Right now, though, I'm willing to live in the moment. To believe in the fantasy while it lasts.

Rafe is, too. Every night - and often during the day - I look up to find him watching me, staring at me hungrily with th