#Chapter 485: A Dance With Death

Olivia Nathan and I swayed back and forth on the dance floor with the other couples while soft orchestral music played from the string quartet on the stage. I rested my cheek on Nathan’s shoulder, closing my eyes against the fading sun through the stained glass windows. “You’re the most beautiful one here, you know,” Nathan whispered into my ear. His breath tickled my skin as he spoke, eliciting a giggle from me. “You’ll be eating your words when I’m nine months pregnant and look like I’ve got a small planet inside of me,” I teased. Nathan shook his head and carefully spun me. My hand felt small and delicate in his wide palm, and his warm fingers were soothing in the chill of the large room. “I thought you were even more beautiful, even when you were pregnant with twins,” he said. I almost laughed out loud. I couldn’t believe that only a year prior, I had been giving birth to twins in my bathtub. And now, here I was, happily expecting another on the way. “You know, I’