Eamon's POV:
The next morning, I was determined to make amends. Isadora's rejection still stung, but her health and the health of our baby took precedence above all else. I couldn't afford to let my ego stand in the way.
I entered her chamber quietly, carrying a tray laden with a hearty breakfast and a vase of fresh flowers. Isadora lay on the bed, her expression distant and uninterested.
"Good morning, Isadora," I said softly, trying to keep my tone gentle.
She glanced in my direction, her eyes filled with a mix of irritation and exhaustion. "What do you want, Eamon?"
I set the tray down on her bedside table and took a seat beside her. "I'm unhappy with the distance between us. I want to take care of you. I want to make things right."
Isadora scoffed, her frustration evident. "You c
