The following day, I had my 16-week prenatal appointment. It was still too early to find out the gender, but Dr. Harris gave us a load of information that Talon took directly to heart. She said our baby would be able to hear us soon, and I could see the gears turning behind his eyes. She also reassured him that s*x wouldn’t hurt the baby. His gaze found mine as she said it, darkening with something that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Told you so,” I whispered, teasing, and he bit his lip as the doctor continued with her instructions.
After the appointment, we went shopping. My jeans barely fit anymore, and I was getting sick of wearing leggings every day. Plus, I was dying to look at furniture for the nursery.
The mall was bustling, a sea of people moving in every direction, but Talon’s
