Chapter Twenty-Seven
EVAN
I wake up with Emily pressed against my body and smile against the softness of her neck. “Good morning,” I whisper, trying to force myself up.
She rolls over and wraps her leg around mine. “Can we just call in sick today?”
I brush my thumb across her cheek. “You already know the answer to that.”
“I know,” she whispers and stretches.
Allowing her to sleep a little longer, I get up and jump in the shower. By the time I’m out, I find Emily in the kitchen all dressed and ready to go. “I wish I didn’t give up coffee.”
“The doctor said you could have one cup,” I remind her, but she was persistent on completely giving it up for the baby.
“But we both know the risks. Plus, one cup is a tease when you’re used to having three or four through the day.” She pours coff
