Chapter 81

Nora POV

I told David in the kitchen because I couldn’t keep it inside my body for another second.

He was standing by the counter, sleeves rolled up, phone pressed between shoulder and ear, already half in work mode even though it was barely morning. He glanced at me, distracted, mouthing one minute as he finished whatever empire-saving sentence he was delivering to someone who was not important right then.

I interrupted him anyway.

“I’m pregnant.”

He froze.

Not figuratively. Fully, completely still. The phone slipped from his shoulder and landed on the counter with a soft clatter, the voice on the other end still talking, unaware that something seismic had just happened in that kitchen.

“What?” he said.