Ella's POV
I don't know if it's the pregnancy hormones or what, but my heart has started to soften toward Justin.
It's stupid. I know it is. We made a truce—nothing more. A silent agreement to cohabitate in the same space without destroying each other, because that little life growing inside me deserves peace. Deserves better than what we were.
But he keeps doing things he shouldn't. Kind things. Gentle things. The kind of things I didn't think he remembered how to do.
Like making me tea without asking. Like rubbing my back when I'm too sore to stretch properly. Like holding my hand during appointments, even though I don't ask him to. Especially then. Especially when I'm pretending I don't need him there.
And worse—worse—is the way he looks at me now. Like I'm something worth holding again. Like I'm not the woman who nearly walked away from him. Like I'm not the woman he pushed so far away I had no choice but to harden.
God, I hate it.
