Yvonne's POV“You’re not alone,” Cynthia said, reaching across the table and putting a hand over mine.I smiled at her. “Thank you. I really appreciate that. I wish I was one of those strong women who could go through this without any help, but I don’t think I am.”She laughed. “You most definitely are, but that doesn’t matter, because I am right here with you. You are not going to be alone. I will be your baby daddy,” she said with a wink.I giggled at the absurdity of it. “Great. Does that mean you’re going to be there during the birth?”“Damn straight I am. I’m going to be the first person that little nugget sees, beyond the doctor that is.”“Thank you. Seriously, thank you so much. You’ve already done so much for me and have made this whole thing a lot easier.”She nodded and stuffed a big bite of lasagna into her face. I gobbled up my own lasagna, hoping like hell it all stayed down. I did not want to see that again. It wasn’t pretty going in and I didn’t want to see it coming ou

Yvonne's POVI woke up, taking slow deep breaths, testing my body’s response to me being awake. Was today the day? I waited for that familiar feeling of nausea. Every morning I woke up, wondering if it would be the day the morning sickness finally subsided. My doctor assured me it was perfectly normal to have morning sickness well into the second trimester and even throughout the entire pregnancy. I wasn’t so sure that was all that assuring. With another deep breath and no need to rush for the bathroom, I made my first move, rolling to my side. Could it be I was going to get through the day without hanging my head over the toilet? I sat up, looking forward to a puke-free day and slid my feet into my slippers before making the big move to stand.“Oh no.” I groaned, when that first little tremble of ick stirred up in my belly.I sucked in a few deep breaths, hoping like hell I could make it go away. Not a chance. I made my usual quick dash to the bathroom and took care of business. Once

Kylian's POVIt felt good to work out. My feet cradled in a new pair of running shoes slammed against the belt of the treadmill as I got into the rhythm of a steady clip that had my heartbeat up and my body sweating as I burned calories. I had let myself go the first few weeks after Yvonne had kicked me out of her apartment. I had known in that moment it was over. I had gone home and signed the divorce papers and then crawled inside a bottle. I drank until I passed out, got up went to work and went home to repeat the whole process once again. I didn’t want to think about her.Instead of getting on the treadmill or working out, I had drunk like a fish. I wanted to stay numb. The urge to call her had been strong those first few weeks, but I never did. I wasn’t the kind of man who went after anyone who didn’t want me. I had too much pride for that. I had been a fool to believe there was a chance with us. It had been over before it started.The self-imposed misery threatened to take me do

Yvonne's POVSomewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should stop what was happening. I hadn’t gone to his house for an afternoon delight. I had really wanted to show him our baby’s first picture and nothing more. At least that’s what I told myself. Deep down, I had been longing for him. I missed him in every way. His mouth against mine was too good to deny. I would give myself this one last time I vowed. One more time to get him out of my system and then I would never look back.His hands cupped my ass, lifting my pelvis against him. I felt his erection and knew there was no way I could stop what was happening. I wanted him too badly.“Am I hurting you?” he asked, suddenly relaxing his hold.“I’m fine, don’t stop.” I heard myself say.He stepped back before lifting me and setting me on the countertop. He stepped between my legs and kissed me. I liked when I was a little higher than him. I liked looking down on him and controlling the depth of the kiss. His hand reached between my le

Kylian's POVI was in a weird place in my life. I knew that. I felt like I was standing at a fork in the road and I had no idea which path to take. A life with Yvonne promised so much. It was not something I had ever envisioned myself wanting. I still wasn’t sure I did want it, but I wasn’t completely against it either. That’s where things got tricky. I wanted Yvonne, but I didn’t think I was quite ready for life as a husband and father. Obviously, it was a little late to be getting cold feet, but when I had entered the marriage, it wasn’t the real thing. It was more of a job—a mission.Yvonne wasn’t going to let me get away with a half-ass marriage. She had basically given me an ultimatum without actually saying the words. That was a good thing. I would have felt like I had to tell her to kiss my ass if she would have given me an ultimatum. There was something in my brain that refused to let myself be pushed into anything.I headed into my home gym to try and get some perspective. I