Fiona set her phone down on the kitchen counter after hanging up with Riley. She picked up her mug of tea , letting the warmth seep into her palms as she stared out the window at the fading evening light. The small curve of her belly pressed gently against the loose fabric of her sweater, a secret that felt heavier with every passing day.
The phone rang again, pulling her from her thoughts. Caleb's name appeared on the screen. She answered with a small smile, her voice softening instinctively.
"Hey, you," she said, carrying the mug to the living room and sinking into the couch.
"Hey, beautiful," Caleb replied, his tone warm and steady like always. There was a gentle pause, as if he could sense the weight in her silence. "How are you feeling after talking to Riley? You sound a little tired."
