JO POV
It’s been four days since I’ve been back. Four days of feeling lonely with my thoughts and keeping the secret from Vincent about our child, and it kills me. I thought my anger could override my emotions for Vincent, but the bastard isn’t playing fair.
He surprised me by not being all domineering and causing an argument; his go-to method on how to solve problems. He’s actually giving me space and I don’t know if I like it.
My basic night to morning schedule is me going to bed in the guest room. Waking up in our bed with him next to me. Me glaring at him. Him looking at me as if I mean something to him… as if last week never happened. Each morning he inches closer to me, and it ends up with me storming out of the room, trying to hide back the tears.
I spend my day eith
