Olivia
I could see the surprise in Nathan’s eyes as I invited him to join me for prenatal yoga. He stared at me for a moment, his eyebrows raised, clearly taken aback by the unexpected proposal.
“You want me to go with you to prenatal yoga?” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
“Yes,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “If you care so much, then come with me. Show me you mean what you say.”
Nathan ran his fingers through his slightly damp hair, his eyes searching mine. I could see the conflict in his face, the uncertainty of stepping into unfamiliar territory. Just a few moments earlier, he had been so boastful about his previous involvement in my pregnancy. Now, he looked like a little kid caught in a lie.
“Olivia, I don’t know anything about yoga, let alone
