Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen 

Sienna

I was lying down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. The bed was a mess but I didn't care as I stretched my bare legs across the sheets and breathed in slowly.

Fucking Eric. I couldn't do anything remotely fun or thrilling now. Well, I could but I now understood that I was not supposed to. Fuck, I hated being wrong but yet here I was.

I had shopped endlessly and eaten out in various places so I was running out of ideas at the moment. I had even visited a racetrack purely to watch the racers, and it had been boring as fuck. I would have rather been in the driver's seat.

But I had to do it for Eric and our baby. He was right. I was just not used to thinking about anyone besides myself. I placed a hand on my stomach, thinking that maybe I would feel our baby move.

I needed to rest, though. Fuck, I could kill for a smoke or a little glass of wine. It was so foreign to me because I had always indulged. Perhaps it was better if I gave up smoking and drinking completely, but a