Kane’s POV
Three months later
I can barely hold myself together as we walk up the concrete driveway toward our home. Brandy’s fingers are laced in my own, my hand gripping hers tightly as I guide her toward the front door.
‘Ugh, why does nobody tell you about the backache?’ she grumbles as she rubs her fingers from her other hand into the small of her back. ‘And what is with the kicks?’ she adds, moving her hand to her stomach and poking that the cute baby bump has started to blossom in the last few months. ‘Stop kicking me child, we already ate,’ she growls down at herself, making me chuckle.
‘She just wants some dessert,’ I tell her, ‘I have her favourite . . . chocolate and banana icecream . . .’
‘HE is just being grumpy because he can hear you but can’t feel you’ Brandy retorts gr
