Dafne White's POV
My phone rings as I'm driving.
I answer the call through the speakerphone, keeping my eyes on the road.
It's probably Logan scolding me for coming, but I feel great, I can still do everything normally.
I'm already 31 weeks along, and both James and Jack are doing great. They don't let me sleep, though. Jack wants me to put my hand on him, and James wants Logan to do it. It's uncomfortable to sleep with the whims of these kids who haven't even been born yet.
"Hello, grumpy. Why did you go to pick up the ingredient order yourself?" Logan scolds me.
"It's a 40-minute drive, honey. I need those ingredients, their truck broke down. I'll get them, it's not a problem for me." I'm not an invalid.
"But you could have at least told me, and I would have taken you, or Coleman.
