How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 677

Elodie's mind drifted back to the doctor's words.

A healthy pregnancy with a high-quality embryo was an entirely different experience-factors from the father's side, both genetic and physical, were absolutely crucial.

No wonder, she thought. Even with her illness, she hadn't suffered any of the usual discomfort. The little one was so quiet and well-behaved inside her that, if not for a few subtle hints, she might never have realized she was pregnant at all.

Her irregular periods—just another consequence of her condition—had masked everything, leaving her blind to what was happening inside her own body until

now.

Jarrod noticed her lost in thought, eyes lowered, and gently ruffled her hair. "If you're craving anything, just tell me. I'll come by every day and cook for you. Trust me, it's far less awkward than having someone else fuss over you."

He could see Elodie was truly thinking about the baby.

He didn't believe for a second that she disliked this child.

He was certain of it.

Not wanting to disturb her appetite, Jarrod set down his apron and quietly stepped out.

Left alone, Elodie was startled from her reverie by the faintest movement in her belly-a sensation so delicate, she almost thought she'd imagined it.

But the pull was real; it snagged at some deep, maternal chord within her, setting off a flood of emotion she couldn't contain-whether it was hormones or something else, she didn't know.

eyes grew red

her had come into being, and yet...it would fade away just

the baby to enter

lived that kind of pain

Jarrod loved this child, it would never be enough to fill that

was a powerful thing-she could admit that. But in her position, she had

two days passed

the time Elodie opened her eyes, Jarrod was already bustling

was now hunched over the stove in her modest apartment, making breakfast, tending to every detail

toothpaste

If I were you, l'@take advantage-order me around, wake me up

even seemed to delight

be moved,

her routine as

never said a word about

no effort to interfere with her work or

"not interfering" didn't mean letting

on personally driving her

tell that Jarrod cared

considering things

tell him the truth-that her illness made it impossible