Chapter Sixty

Harlow

The sun wasn’t even up when I woke, but Beckett was still asleep beside me. His breathing was steady, his arm heavy over the blanket, his face softer than it ever looked awake. I watched him for a minute, brushing my thumb over the back of his hand. I could feel the small swell of my belly pressing against the mattress, and it grounded me, reminded me that we weren’t just the two of us anym