I shift slightly on the couch, my bump brushing against Zaire as I smile to myself.
“Zai,” I say softly, “I woke up in the nursery earlier.”
His eyes lift to mine right away, like he’s already paying attention even before I finish.
“Everything’s done,” I tell him. “It’s perfect. The colors, the clothes, the blankets… even the little books are all set. The maid did a great job.”
He leans back a little, watching me with that calm look he gets when he knows something I don’t. Then he shakes his head slowly.
“The maid helped, yeah… but that’s not why it looks like that.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Then who?”
He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers warm against my skin.
“Me,” he says simply. “I wanted to do it. Every part of it. I told you I’d be involved, t
