Chapter 3

Oliver had just come out of the shower, towel around his waist, pale skin with a hint of glow. Even though he was slim, there was some muscle.

"What are you doing here?" Oliver stammered, yanking the blanket over himself the moment he saw me, trying to cover his body.

I looked away, sat down at the edge of his bed, ignoring him as I touched my belly and let the tears fall.

I said, "Oliver, every time I think about this baby being rejected by his own father before he's even born, I can't help but remember that little…