Vlad’s POV
My heart broke as I watched Ivy storm away from me. Every fibre in my being urged me to go after her, but I knew my girl well enough to know that she needed time to calm down before I tried to approach her or we would end up in a bigger argument than the one we were in now. My instinct was always going to be to protect her, whether she wanted protection or not, but given how fiercely independent she was, this would always be an issue between us.
Not that what Ivy said didn’t make sense. She was right. Living life on the run was no way to live. Especially for a child, but if it was a choice between that and having to bury my partner, child or both, I knew which one I would choose.
I heard Phillipe sigh next to me, “Those pregnancy hormones are brutal. I don’t know how you deal
