Ottilyn's P.O.V.
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"Dude, are you okay?" Pierce asked Holden.
I glanced over at them as Trina came waddling into the house.
"Trina, aren't you on bedrest until the baby comes?" I asked as I rushed to her side.
"I cannot sit still anymore," she complained. "This baby needs to come out. Now."
"You're not due for another three weeks," I said, pulling her to the couch.
"The doc said that the baby is weighing normally so if I happen to have him early, then it'll be fine," she grumbled. "I'm miserable now that it's getting hot."
"June just began," I told her.
"Yeah, and my wedding is in just over two months," she replied, nearly in tears. "What if I can't work off the extra baby fat by then?"
"Then you'll walk down the aisle twent
