“Do you want to grab a bite to eat before we go upstairs?” Trent asked, glancing at her stomach as if he had x-ray vision and could see that kid growing in there.
“No, I don’t feel great. Think I should just get some rest,” she replied, gritting her teeth. God, she loved him like crazy, yet he knew just what to do to irritate the living s**t out of her. She wasn’t just his darling Adalia anymore, voluptuous and ambitious as he’d put it. She was the baby carrier.
She was reduced to ‘mom’ before she’d even become a mom. And it didn’t feel sexy or empowering, because she hadn’t gotten more than a few minutes to think about her unborn child, not even a long bath to lie there and connect with the baby... hell, with the concept of a baby.
“Adalia, you have to eat something,” Trent said, after
