LEAH
EIGHT MONTHS LATER….
The moon was high, glowing up the room as I sat curled up on the bed, nestled against Damian’s chest.
His strong arms were wrapped protectively around me, one of his hands resting on my swollen belly, absentmindedly tracing soothing circles.
Eight months gone, I felt like a bloated watermelon, but Damian never stopped looking at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It made me melt every time.
“You are restless,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss against my temple. “Are you in pain? Is the baby coming now? Should I get everyone in position?”
I laughed, “Damien stop.”
“I will if you give me a continuous stat on how you are feeling. Remember what Ben said, you will be due in a week, but it could vary. I am not putting all my eggs in one bas
