Harlow
Thane is like a raging bull as he takes me to our room. He goes straight to the bathroom, muttering under his breath about being forced to leave. I let him. Besides, I have bigger concerns. My stomach is cramping, my skin hurts, and I need to shower desperately.
Thane turns the shower on and sits me on the edge of the tub. He tugs off the shirt I am wearing, and his eyes trail over my naked body. Leaning down, he presses his hands to my belly. Our daughter writhes inside me as if she is doing yoga.
He lets out a breath. He crouches between my legs and kisses my belly. My skin tightens and my belly tenses as it cramps.
He jerks back, looking at it as I grit my teeth. “You look uncomfortable.”
“Duh! I feel like I’ve been skinned,” I exhale. My back stings so badly with all the li
