Alex took one hand off the steering wheel for a moment and carefully rested it on her leg.

A protective touch.

Instinctive.

“Are you sure you’re not having a miscarriage?” he asked seriously.

Isis took a deep breath before answering.

“Absolutely.”

She paused briefly.

“We’ve already talked about having children. This isn’t the right time.”

Another pause.

“The condom didn’t break any of those times.”

Alex didn’t respond.

The silence returned.

Heavier than before.

“I want to sleep at my place toni