He Protected the Girl Who Tried to Kill Our Baby

Synopsis

The rain hit the glass of our Seattle townhouse in a steady, drumming rhythm. I walked around the dining table and lit the last candle. The room smelled like roasted garlic and expensive steak. I set out two plates, two forks, and a bottle of sparkling cider instead of wine. My hand slipped into my cardigan pocket. My fingers traced the smooth plastic of the pregnancy test. Two pink lines. After two years of marriage, we were finally going to be parents. I felt bubbles of excitement in my chest. Cristian was flying back from a business trip in Chicago tonight.