He inhaled deeply, steadying himself, and pushed open the door to her room.
Alexa lay on the bed, her figure propped slightly against the pillows. She turned her head at the sound of the door, her expression pale but carefully arranged, her lips curving in a fragile smile. "Archer…" she whispered softly, her voice trembling just enough to sound convincing.
His steps were steady as he entered, though his eyes were cold, searching her face for the truth. He stopped at the foot of the bed, towering over her. "You're pregnant," he said flatly, the words like stone dropping into the room.
Alexa lowered her lashes, fingers brushing over her stomach with a tender slowness. "The doctor already told you, didn't he?" she murmured. Then she looked up, her eyes shimmering as though with unshed tears. "I… I didn't know either until recently. I thought I was just tired, but… this little life is inside me, Archer."
