"Ivan, I really owe you this time." A sugary-sweet voice drifted toward me. I looked up—and locked eyes with them.
Ivan was holding Cooper's hand. Glenda clung to his arm.
Standing together, they looked exactly like a real family.
Ivan's gaze swept over me. His expression shifted the instant it landed on my flat stomach.
He strode toward me, irritation written across his face. "What are you doing here?"
Glenda smiled. "Are you here looking for Ivan? Goodness, Stella, you really do keep him on a tight leash. I just wasn't feeling well, so I asked him to come with me to the hospital. That's all."
Ivan's jaw tightened. "Is it really necessary to monitor my every move? You're pregnant—you shouldn't be running around hospitals for no reason. Don't you know that's bad for the baby?"
His lip curled. "That child must have the worst luck in eight lifetimes, ending up in your womb."
"Didn't I tell you? Our child is perfectly healthy—brilliant, even. Got into a top university at sixteen."
Right. In his version of things, in our past life, we'd had a smart, healthy child.
So how had it come to this?
I tightened my arms around the small box without thinking.