Lykeon was upset that he missed hearing the baby’s heartbeat at my appointment.
“That is why I should have gone with you,” he growled, leaning back in his chair. He played with his pen in his hand, and I could tell his anger was building up.
“You had an important meeting,” I told him, going around his desk and sitting down in his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. “There is the next appointment.”
“From now on, I will go with you to all your appointments,” he retorted. “This is my child, too, and I want to know how it is doing, along with you, too.” I rolled my eyes at him, pulling my phone out of my pocket. Pulling up my calendar, I sent him all of my appointments.
“Will this work?” I asked him once I set my phone on his desk.
“Yes, thank you,” he said. “I ca
