Week thirty.
Elara waddled through the house. Huge. Uncomfortable. Glowing.
Logan followed her everywhere. Protective to the point of obsession.
"I can walk to the kitchen alone," she said.
"I know. I just want to be close."
"You're hovering."
"I'm being supportive."
She turned. Smiled. "You're being adorable."
His face softened. "I can't help it. You're carrying our daughter."
"We don't know it's a girl."
"I know it's a girl." He touched her stomach. "I feel it."
They'd decided to be surprised. No gender reveal. Just—waiting.
"What if you're wrong?" she teased.
"Then I'll love our son just as much." He kissed her. "But it's a girl. I'm never wrong."
"Cocky."
"Confident." He grinned. "There's a difference."
The nursery was finished. The house was ready. They'd taken classes
