Sophia's POV
At thirty-six weeks, the doctor started talking about signs to watch for, and Damien began checking my phone constantly, making sure it was always fully charged, always within reach.
"You're being paranoid," I said one evening, watching him plug my phone in for the third time that day.
"I'm being prepared," he said. "There's a difference."
"That's exactly what Elijah says," I said, laughing.
"Elijah has good instincts sometimes," Damien said, settling beside me on the couch.
I leaned into him, resting my hand on the impressive curve of my stomach.
"Only five more weeks," I said.
"Give or take," Damien said. "Babies come when they're ready, not on schedules."
"Says the man who has a color-coded calendar for the delivery," I said.
"That's just being organized," he said
