Jason POV
The silence in the car wasn't peaceful. It was pregnant.
Literally and metaphorically.
Ella sat in the passenger seat like a ticking time bomb—arms crossed over her chest, face puffy from the earlier crying, hair a little windblown, and belly high and round under her stretched-out shirt. She hadn't said a word since I'd helped her pee behind a tree.
I stole a glance at her.
"You okay?"
Her head snapped toward me. "Do I look okay to you?"
"…Not really."
"Exactly." She huffed, dramatically shifting in her seat, groaning as she tried to adjust her position. "My back hurts. My belly feels like it's pulling me into the goddamn Earth's core. My legs are sore. My ankles are swollen. And I swear my hip popped while I was climbing into your stupid SUV."
Okay, we were there.
I nodded, swallowing a laugh. "Anything else?"
