I shudder at the thought of it.
“Well, if the baby didn’t make me nauseous before, that just did.”
He laughs, leaning down to press a soft kiss on my lips. “We should probably head out anyway.”
“Okay, I think I’m ready.”
Evan’s wearing his cowboy boots and Levi’s. Though he spends most of his days off helping on the ranch, I’m still not used to seeing him dressed like this and ready to work. Being a good sport and wanting to help out too, I put on my best impression of cowgirl clothes too—jeans, boots, and a snug T-shirt that hugs my growing baby bump.
“You know you’re not working out in the pastures with us,” he tells me as we walk to the truck with his arm around me. Since finding out I was pregnant, he’s made sure I take it easy and don’t overwork myself, though I’m perfectly capab
