Zinnia wasn’t sure if she would change things if she could go back in time. Well, of course she’d want the whole courtship part first because that would at least be better than the rushed wedding, and maybe Mama would hate him a little less… and then the whole pregnancy thing would be a lot less stressful than it was now. Okay, so maybe there’d be a few things Zin would want to change, but it was too late now. She released a breath, not that it did anything to ease the nerves bubbling in her stomach; it was a feeling she was going to learn to live with for a while.

Rhys was doing everything right, trying to make this as easy as possible for both of them, so in turn, she wanted to do the same thing, no matter how uncomfortable it was going to feel. They’d learn to coexist and parent this child together in a home that was stable. Nodded as he confirmed about the couch. “Some of my paints.” Zin was considering making a mural on the wall behind the bed, or maybe painting something in the nursery.

She paused then, resting her hand against her stomach before she blinked at her new husband. Worry etched across her face. “What do you think people are going to say?” That part worried her, society and the nastiness that would come from all of their rushed marriage, and the obvious reason she happened.

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