Chapter Two Hundred And Four
Malachi's POV
The last month of Alicia's pregnancy was the longest month of my life.
She was uncomfortable. Exhausted. Emotional. Her back hurt constantly. She couldn't sleep. Couldn't get comfortable.
And I felt helpless.
"I'm sorry," she said one night when I found her crying in the bathroom at two AM.
"For what?"
"For being a mess. For crying all the time. For needing you constantly."
"Stop. You're growing our daughter. You get to be a mess."
"I can't do this for three more weeks. I can't."
I helped her back to bed. Got her pillows arranged. Rubbed her back until she finally fell asleep.
Then I lay awake worrying.
About the delivery. About whether she'd be okay. About whether I'd lose her.
The thought made my chest tight.
I couldn't lose her. Not after finding her. Not after everything.
My mind drifted back. To the first time I'd seen her.
