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I muffle a gasp, and I hear Ewan let out a deep breath he must've been holding. I feel relief, the rush of emotions hitting me square in the face. I cover my mouth with my palm, my other hand grabbing Ewan's sleeve. "Is that..."
I'm lost for words, more tears falling down my face as she moves the probe around, seeing my beautiful baby from a different angle. "According to what measurements I can make out, we are looking at a little over four weeks."
Clearing her throat, she looks closer, then she smiles. “You’re early, but everything looks okay so far from what we can see,” she says. “We’ll arrange another ultrasound for twelve weeks.”
I try to nod, my cheeks wet.
She hands me a tissue, my hand still tight in Ewan’s as she smiles. “Congratulations.”
Chapter 35
Aria
Sleeping next to Gabriella is starting to get to me, the non-existent room between us making me unable to get comfortable.
It has become so infuriating, I'm now sleeping on the couch with the dogs next to me. I don't have it in me to take the duvet from her, so Ewan's blanket will have to do.
To be honest, I haven’t been able to sleep, overthinking everything.
I have a disciplinary hearing for work in two weeks, giving me time to rest and get my head straight. I've written them a long letter, explaining my rocky road the past few months since meeting Tobias, apologizing repeatedly for my ridiculous behavior and being blind to the type of control my ex-boyfriend had over me.
I just want to go home and get on with my life, not lie on this freezing couch and worry about my career.
"Why are you not in bed?"
My eyes find Ewan, the glow from the lamp in the corner of the room shining on one side of his face. "Gabriella moves too much," I respond, sitting up and dropping my head to the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling before finding his curious gazeonce more. "Where are all the spare duvets we had? It's freezing in here."
He crosses his arms at his front, his inked bare chest tense. "Go to sleep in the bed. I'll take the couch."
"You aren't doing that gentleman stuff with me. We both know you hate sleeping on the couch."
He sits on the coffee table in front of me, leaning his elbows on his parted knees. "True, but if you want the bed, take it." I shake my head at him, and he huffs. "Fine. Do you want toast and a cup of tea?"
I can't fight the smile building; he knows how much I love tea and toast in the middle of the night. I nod at him, and he gets to work in the kitchen while I scroll through different news articles on my phone.
Most of them talk about Tobias and his mental health after his mother released multiple statements about him not being well, and I agree with her. He shouldn’t be in a jail cell. He needs to be helped.
Surely they can't keep a man with his mental issues locked up? It will only be a matter of time before he does something stupid, reckless, losing himself completely.
Well, he already has by killing two people. Their faces have been all over the news channels, making me feel nauseous that Tobias could commit such a heinous act.
"Any more news on Ivy?"
Ewan hands me my mug of tea, settling himself next to me. I thank him with a smile, sipping at the hot drink. "I checked her stats earlier; everything seems fine. I emailed my work to ask if I can fly over, but it depends on this hearing."
He nods, bringing his own cup to his mouth, and I can hear him gulping. "You can go sleep in the room if you really want to. I'm going to head to the gym anyway."
"Please tell me you turned the heated blanket off?"
He laughs, slouching on the couch, legs parted. "Nope," he says, smirking at me as I shake my head. "It's cold outside. Of course I'm keeping it on."
"I definitely don't want to share a bed with you then."
He frowns at me, the corner of his lip twitching in amusement. "MaybeIdon't want to share a bed withyou."
"As if," I say, tossing the blanket off and standing. I spy the tattoo on the side of his neck, freshly done, a row of dead roses along his collarbone. "When did you get that?"
He looks down at his bare chest, a little lost. I walk until I'm between his legs, moving his head to the side so I can get a good look at the details.
