That night:

Sleeping is an impossible task for both of us. Lucas and I have been tossing and turning in bed, trying to fall asleep, but between all the news and the confrontation with my father, it's not something we can do.

I hug my pillow, intending to close my eyes to get some sleep, but his arms around me and his face resting on my abdomen make me smile. "What are you doing?," I ask softly.

"I love you, you know?" he asks, and I look at him.

"Of course, I know. I love you too," I reply and