Henderson's POV
I wake up in my bedroom, completely alone. The silence tells me Percy isn't anywhere nearby. Through the window, darkness has settled over the territory. I must have slept straight through the afternoon into the night.
When I sit up, I realize I'm wearing Percy's shirt. Despite my anger toward him, I can't stop the small smile that tugs at my lips. He's still taking care of me, even when I've been pushing him away and acting cold. This is the side of him that nobody else gets to witness. The gentle, protective side that he only shows me.
My heart starts to soften despite my efforts to stay mad.
I place my hand on my stomach, rubbing it gently. We need to discuss this pregnancy soon. I have no clue if the news will make our situation better or worse, but Percy deserves to know he's going to be a father.
