Logan Bruce Wallace POV
"Logan, I need help," she says as I head up the stairs, ready to leave.
"What's wrong?" I ask, noticing her frown and pout.
"My clothes don't fit again," she says, eyes glistening.
"Don't worry, Grumpy, we'll just go shopping," I suggest, but she shakes her head.
"How am I going to the hospital? It won't zip up, Logan," she exaggerates.
"Come here, let me help you. You're just nervous about the ultrasound, Grumpy," I say, turning her around to face me. She's chosen a dress with a zipper.
She knows those dresses don't stretch, and with her beautiful, voluptuous belly, nothing's going to fit.
"My love..."
"I like it, I want to wear it. I bought it weeks ago and only wore it three times. It's not fair," I try to zip it up, but it won't budge.
I sigh, caressin
