Chapter 15

Blair’s POV

“Yeah. She must be feeling the pressure of your hand.” His brow crinkled as he watched my stomach, and a swirl of emotion rocked through me. I’d been living through this shock and awe all on my own, celebrating milestones quietly by myself. Having Ronnell share this with me was so surreal, but it also made me incredibly wistful.

It should have been like this all along if the child I was carrying perhaps was his. Smith should have been here for all of this. How could Ronnell care more for this baby than Smith had?

A few weeks back—I had told Smith about the baby. I had considered that he had a right to know that but then he switched off the call on me, claiming that I was sleeping around and wanted to pin this on him.

I wasn’t going to say much since Smith didn’t care a single damn, but still. Ronnell Roman was touching my belly to feel my baby kick with a kind and terrified astonishment the baby’s father should have had.

“Is this what