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She nods her head as I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her steady as we walk to the car. Once inside, I put the seat belt around her and then drive carefully.

"Do you want me to stop for anything?"

"No, I am okay. I will be fine once I rest."

Her voice is soothing, and I relax a bit. The drive is short and there's not much traffic. Every few seconds I glance in her direction just to make sure she is okay.

"Is there anything you need?" I ask her.

She shrugs. "I don't think so. Just let me sleep."

I nod and park in front of the house. After opening her door, I take her hand to hold her steady as she gets out of the car. I watch her carefully for any signs of nausea.

"Thank you, Harrison," she says as I help her to bed. "For everything. It’s been a day I’ll never forget."

I smile. "Anytime."

"Goodnight," she says, already half-asleep.

"Sweet dreams."

I watch as she closes her eyes, and I exhale deeply. I didn't realize how tense I was until now. For the first time, I can imagine sharing my future with someone and it is a wonderful feeling. Riley has given me a reason to smile again and an eagerness for what is to come I have never felt before.

She is everything I could ever hope for and so much more. I look forward to waking up every morning because it means I get to spend the day with her. I have no idea where our relationship is headed, but I am excited to find out. I’m both thrilled and petrified, but I don’t want to back down. This is something I want to fight for, no matter where it ends.

These are the thoughts that follow me into my sleep, but instead of provoking more doubts and suspicions, all I feel is reassurance that somehow, some way, everything will be all right.

Chapter Eleven

Riley

The sunlight cascades through the window, illuminating the nursery's pale-yellow walls as I stand in the middle of the room to admire my work. I check the time, eagerly waiting for the arrival of the rocking chair I ordered. When I hear the doorbell ring, I hurry downstairs to see if it's finally here.

My heart drops to my stomach when I reach the bottom and see Harrison's mother standing in the living room. We haven’t met yet. I never insisted, and Harrison always told me there would be plenty of time for this. To be quite honest, knowing what I know about her, doesn’t make me want to get to know her any better.

A chill runs down my spine as she stares at me. Her face is expressionless, and her icy blue eyes seem to burn holes into my skin. "You must be Riley," she says in a disapproving tone.

"I am," I reply, feeling my throat tighten. "Harrison is still at work. He won't be home for another couple of hours."

"I am well aware of when my son gets off work," she responds coldly. "I am here to see you."

My heart races and my chest feels tight. Why would this woman be here to see me? He must have told her about the baby. From the look on her face, it is obvious she isn't thrilled about becoming a grandmother.

"Well, come sit down," she commands, motioning to the couch. "I have some questions to ask you." I reluctantly follow her instructions, my stomach in knots as I wait to hear what she has to say.

I take a seat on the couch, and she sits down on the other end, leaving a cushion in between us. Suddenly, I feel like I'm interviewing for a job and wonder whether that is the case. My muscles tighten as she looks at me with a scrutinizing gaze, and then drops her gaze to my noticeable baby bump.

"How far along are you?" she asks. I answer her, telling her I am six months along. I watch carefully for a change in her expression, and then she asks me, "What do you do, Riley?" She says it with much suspicion that I don’t do anything other than trap rich men for money. The look in her eyes emphasizes that belief as well.

"You mean for work?" I ask, feeling foolish as soon as the words leave my mouth.

"Yes, a job. Do you work?" She presses, keeping her eyes glued to me.

I try to force a smile as I tell her, "Yeah, I was Harrison's assistant. He's a bit overprotective, so he thought it was best if I didn't work." I can feel her disapproving gaze on me, and I can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

She raises an eyebrow and says, "Is that so?" in a casual but slightly disapproving tone. I can tell she doesn't quite believe me, and I can feel my anxiety rising. A knot forms in my stomach as I shift in my seat, and I quickly look away from her.

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