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But when we reach the bedroom, I’m speechless. It would put a penthouse suite at the Ritz-Carlton to shame.

A massive king-sized bed is the focal point, covered in crisp white bedding. A fireplace glows beside a reading nook. And then there’s the bathroom. When my eyes land on the oversized clawfoot tub, I’m convinced I start drooling.

“What do you think?” Wyatt asks as he approaches from behind, pressing a hand to my stomach and pulling me against him.

“It’s beautiful.” I push out a laugh. “Excessive, but beautiful.”

“There’s no such thing as excessive when it comes to you.” He turns me toward him. “I hope you know that. No matter what’s happened in the past, I’ll do anything and everything for you.” His lips curve into a sincere smile. “You and our little boy.”

He brushes his mouth against mine, coaxing my lips to part in a kiss that’s both sweet and woefully inadequate.

My heart doesn’t race. My toes don’t curl. My body doesn’t burn for him.

Did it ever, though?

Or am I just noticing the difference after being with someone who made me feel all those things?

“Why don’t I run you a bath?” he suggests when he brings our kiss to an end.

“A bath actually sounds amazing right now.”

“Good.” His expression shifts, his eyes narrowing on my mouth. “What do you say to some company? I can give you a massage. Make sure every inch of you is clean and refreshed.”

He curves toward me and peppers kisses along my neck. But all it does is make me long for Joshua’s unshaven jawline.

Maybe that’s the problem.

Maybe Joshua is still standing between us.

“Wyatt, wait.” I press my hands against his chest.

“What’s wrong?” He scowls. “I thought we agreed. We were going to try again.”

“I know. And we are. I just…” I draw in a deep breath, trying to figure out the best way to tell him.

But there is no best way. I just need to come out with it. Rip off the bandage.

“I’ve had sex since… Well, since I left you.”

The silence that fills the room is thick.

He doesn’t say anything right away. Just stares at me. Then he pushes out a long breath and scrubs a hand over his face, his shoulders falling.

“I see.”

“It was before I learned I was pregnant,” I add, although that’s not entirely true.

I did have sex one last time after I learned I was pregnant.

It was my one selfish act for the day.

My last selfish act.

“I was really angry and hurt when I found out about…” I trail off, not wanting to say her name. Not wanting to let her come between us again. “At the time, I didn’t think we’d work things out. I didn’t think I wanted to work things out.”

“But you do now?” Wyatt asks, his eyes full of hope.

I open my mouth, but hesitate. I could tell him no. Tell him I’ve changed my mind.