"No." I soften the blow by bringing her hand to my lips and kissing the back of it, which seems to surprise her. "I want to have dinner with my wife. That is, if you're feeling up to it."

"I think I am." She yawns and pushes the covers off her. "It would be nice to get something in my belly. And then we can come back here and take care of other needs."

"I would be flattered," I answer dryly. "If I didn't know that too was a side effect of the pregnancy."

A pretty flush spreads over her cheeks. "It is?"

"Yes." I help her up and keep my hand on her elbow until she finds her balance. "Are you okay to walk?"

She nods. "Yes, but I'm a little chilled. Can we stop by my room to get a sweater?"

My hand slips around her lower back, guiding her to my closet. "I had Antonia transfer your clothes to this room. All of your sweaters are in here."

Ivy sucks in a sharp breath, and I can't tell what she's thinking when her brows pinch together. "Your room?"

"Our room," I answer stiffly.

"Is this to make sure I don't run away again?" She frowns.

"You won't run from me again," I tell her with certainty. "You wouldn't even make it past the front gate. But that's not the point. I wanted you here so I can... keep you safe."

Her face softens, and she wraps her arms around me, hugging me. It's a strange gesture of affection. One I've never understood before. But it doesn't feel unpleasant when it's from her. In fact, I think I wouldn't mind standing here all night while she does this.

"Where is Eva?" she asks.

"She's on the first floor. Antonia made up a room for her there. She mentioned something about purchasing new bedding for her. Pink, I believe."

Ivy pauses, glancing up at me. "You're buying her new bedding?"

I shrug. "I assumed you would prefer she feel comfortable here."

"Yes, but... she won't be staying that long." Sadness fills her voice.

"I suppose not," I agree. "Unless you would rather change that."

"What do you mean?"

"She'll be here until her safety is guaranteed regardless," I answer. "But I am not opposed to having her stay longer if you'd like."

She smiles again, and I think I must have said something right. "You mean like take over her guardianship? Can we do that?"

"You are a De La Rosa now." I lean down to brush my lips against her cheek. "We can do whatever we like."

She squeezes me tighter, tears clinging to the edges of her eyes. "I would like that very much, Santiago."

"Pick out a sweater,” I tell her. "There is something I'd like to show you."