(Isla)
I woke up with a start not remembering when I fell asleep, Anderson was generous enough to stay by the staircase downstairs after doing a thorough sweep of the library, so that I could have some alone time.
The fire was dying and the room was quiet and cold. The soft reflection of the last lick of flames was barely enough to softly illuminate me on the couch next to it.
My hand was laying on my slightly raised stomach and I pulled my sweater up to see, drawing soft circles. On my stomach.
Tomorrow would be hard, really hard. I wanted to be with Jackson but I also wanted to spend some time with the baby, still trying to sort my thoughts and decide if what I was going to do was out of logic or love.
Like many things, I realized it was a mix of both.
“We’re going to be okay,
