Justin's POV
She kissed me back.
That was all the confirmation I needed.
I was out of the danger zone. No more silent treatment. No more side glances filled with disappointment. She kissed me—really kissed me—and I felt something shift. Like I had been holding my breath for months and didn't realize it until that moment.
I should thank the pregnancy.
Not that I planned it this way—not that I'd ever use our unborn child as some kind of redemption arc—but if I'm being honest… it's the only reason I've been given this second chance. And I've been holding on to it with both hands, afraid that if I let go for even a second, she'd remember why she started hating me in the first place.
But lately, it feels like I'm finally doing something right.
She lets me hold her now.
