THIRD PERSON POV.
Kimberly dropped the phone on the marble countertop carelessly. Her nostrils flared as she pressed both hands against her rounded belly, breathing heavily. The baby kicked again, and she grimaced in pain. Whenever she was agitated, it flared up. Her OB had warned her about stress, but Kimberly had never been the kind of woman who took orders well, especially not from doctors.
Martin, who had been sitting quietly at the corner of the room, rushed forward the moment he noticed. “Kim? What’s wrong?” He reached out to steady her, but she threw her palm out to stop him.
“Don’t,” she snapped, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. “You don’t get to touch me right now.”
He blinked, momentarily stunned. “I just… I thought you were in pain—”
“Oh, now you care?” She said, “That wa
