Chapter 43 A part of history

Hendrix POV I try not to think. My brain refuses to comply. Cedric's arm is tight around me, his fingers aimlessly trailing across my rounded belly like a delicate map of rivers and mountains. For some reason, the baby has been more active than ever. I think he or she senses their daddy. It's not fair that I couldn't spark that reaction, but I digress. I stare out the window, counting the states we pass through. I think of Jamison sleeping in the trunk, wrapped in silver chains. I know he betrayed me. He lied. He was never my friend, and that hurts. I think of my Momma, dying in a cold, lifeless hospital room surrounded by strangers. I know she's in a better place, but it doesn't make it hurt much less. There's a hole in my heart. Cedric doesn't fail to comfort me, and I allow it. It helps me to feel a little warmth. Just when I start to relax against him, I remember what he is and I stiffen.