Emma’s belly had grown even more impressive by twenty-nine weeks. The heavy, rounded dome dominated her frame, stretching every outfit she owned and drawing constant attention. Mark had insisted on coming to the ultrasound appointment, but at the last minute a work emergency forced him to cancel. Emma had feigned disappointment while secretly texting Jax and Marcus the good news.
*They’re letting me record it on my phone for him,* she wrote.
Jax replied instantly: *Good. We’ll be filming too. Everything.*
She arrived at the imaging center wearing a loose maternity blouse and skirt, the thick plugs still firmly in place from the night before. Her breasts felt especially full, already leaking small wet spots into the nursing pads. The tech
