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She opened the door just as he reached for her, pulling her back against his hard body as it opened to reveal a woman standing there, holding a tiny little bundle, cradled to her chest.
The baby had dark hair, her skin golden. None of Riot was visible at all. She looked for her own features, desperately and didn’t see any.
She sawhim.
But there was nothing that decisively stated that she was there as well.
But she felt it.She felt it, and she couldn’t say what it was.
She knew so little right now. She knew nothing about how she had gotten to this place in her life. And she didn’t look at her fiancé and know anything.
But looking at this child, she knew.
“What’s her name,” she whispered, his hands still holding her in an iron grip.
“Soriya,” he said.
It was a beautiful name and she wanted to ask what it meant, but that desire was overshadowed by her need to hold the baby. She was fussing and hiccupping and the woman holding her might as well have been invisible because she didn’t matter to Riot at all.
All she could see was Soriya.
“Give her to me,” she demanded.
“There is explaining...”
“There is no explaining,” she said, pulling out of his hold with Herculean effort. “The child is mine, I know she is.”
“We do not wish to upset you,” he said, his voice firm.
“Do not treat me like a child. This is my baby. Give her to me,” she demanded in a voice she didn’t entirely recognize. But the woman holding the baby—a nanny she assumed—immediately did as Riot said.
And then she placed the soft, warm bundle into her arms and the whole world seemed to change. Again.
She’d woken up in a life she didn’t know. And this should be yet more confusion. But it wasn’t.
It was all suddenly clear. Because while she didn’t remember him. And she couldn’t understand how she’d come to be engaged to him, and she really couldn’t believe she’d chucked twenty-two years of virginity out the window in an afternoon, she could believe this.
This child.
She knew her, down in her bones, maybe because her body had knit her together. She knew her.
And the grief that overwhelmed her for a moment took her breath away.
She didn’t remember falling in love.
She didn’t remember the touch of his hands on her body.
She didn’t remember carrying this baby, or telling him about the pregnancy. Was he happy? Had they been filled with joy? Did they have to move the wedding date up or...they must have decided to wait until after she was born.
And the birth...
She had missed all of it.
Had forgotten her stomach growing rounder by the week. Had slept through the labor pains. How could she have delivered while asleep?
It was too much to take in. She’d slept with this man. Had a relationship with him. Had his baby. All of it was gone.
Except...
