““His gaze dropped to her hand, so small and pale by comparison, still tucked in his, then moved to the swell of her belly where her unborn child lay nestled within. A sense of protectiveness rose up inside him, and he prayed as he sat there beside her that all would be well for her, for her baby. For little Andrew too. And he couldn’t deny—no matter how he tried, no matter how he told himself it wasn’t wise—that he wished there was a place for him in her life. Their lives.””
