Chapter 125. A Home No Longer Mine

Lottie's POV

"Seems we can't have one peaceful morning," Knox grumbled, dragging a shirt over his head. The bitterness in his tone wasn't aimed at me—but at the world, maybe. I reached out, brushing my fingers over his hand as he adjusted the hem.

"Soon, we'll have all the time in the world." I tried to smile through the heaviness that had settled over us. He turned and gave me one of those half-grins that used to make me weak.

"Need help getting up?"

"I'm pregnant, not paralysed." I grunted, swinging my legs off the bed. Goddess, I felt like a whale. My ankles screamed as soon as I touched the floor. Still, Knox hovered—his shadow against the morning light. And I let him.

He followed as I waddled over to the overnight bag Adam had left, muttering under my breath at the silver chains and crap he'd pa