Hendrix POV
When I wake up, things in the air feel almost different. A tangible shift that I can't quite figure out has happened. I heave myself up, a difficult task with the enormous weight in my middle and the energy that I don't have. The baby gives a disgruntled kick to my ribs, a reminder that the fetus has already turned. He or she is not very happy with the sudden motion.
I palm my belly, rubbing it in reassurance. That's when I spot the two envelopes on my bedside table. I squint at the nightstand, almost like I'm imaging them.
Where did those come from? I reach out for them, the paper foreign in my hands while I turn them over. My name is printed neatly, as well as my address from Virginia. There's no return address, only a name in the top left corner.
Cedric.
I glance at the door, wondering if he put these here. Why would he address them if that were the case? Why give them to me now? I sigh, ripping one open out of sheer curiosity.