Winter Hart
"What the hell?" I mumbled, looking at my phone. Why was there a photo of my brother in a towel, kissing Sydney outside the hotel? I quickly sent a text to my friend. I was upset earlier, and maybe I was too harsh. With everything going on, I took it out on my best friend, and I shouldn't have.
I stared at my phone as I caressed my belly. The fluffy white robe I was wearing was open, exposing my bump.
"Is everything okay, baby?" Jake asked, stepping out of the bathroom. There was a towel wrapped around his hips, while he dried his hair with another. He took a shower after our bath, while I ordered dinner for us.
"Did my brother mention anything between him and Sydney?"
He sighed. "What have you heard?" He discarded the towel in his hands before sitting on the bed with me.
