JASON'S POV
The past three days had been… different.
A good different.
Ella had stopped acting like the cold, vengeful wife I had grown accustomed to. Instead, she was acting more like my Ella. The one I had fallen for.
And honestly? I had no idea if it was because she was panicking over the whole pregnancy scare or if she was just too exhausted to keep up the Ice Queen act.
Either way, I wasn't complaining.
For starters—she actually ate my food. Voluntarily.
That was a milestone.
We could now have conversations that didn't involve me dodging sharp objects or bracing myself for a verbal lashing. She even smiled at my attempts to make her laugh. Not a sarcastic, mocking smirk—an actual, real smile.
And the most shocking part?
I found myself using endearing names more and more, completely unfiltered.
Sweetheart.
Babe.
Princess.
And she never told me to stop.
Not once did she roll her eyes. Not once did she hit me with something in response.
She just… let it happen.
