Kane's pov~
I had always considered myself a patient man.
That was before Miss Pregnancy Hormones entered my life.
Four months. Four goddamn months of Nina being pregnant, and I was convinced that no military training, no high-stakes business deal, and no extreme sport could have prepared me for this. I had survived shark dives, hostile takeovers, and even that one time he got stranded in the Alps for three days. But this? This was a whole new level of endurance.
I had been spoiling Nina rotten—3 AM foot rubs, emergency ice cream dashes, even hand-feeding her grapes like some kind of Roman emperor’s pampered concubine (which, honestly, I loved). And I’d do it all again because she was carrying my child—our tiny human, who’d hopefully inherit my calm demeanor and not their mother’s a
