Epilogue
MAVERICK
“Olivia! We’ve got to go,” I shout at her for the third time. So much for my schedule-enforcer wife staying on time.
“I had to pee! Stop shouting,” she scolds as she waddles down the hallway.
“Again? Didn’t you just go?” I chuckle, knowing she’s going to glare at me.
“It’s not my fault! Your child is using my bladder as a trampoline,” she says, groaning.
I bend down and rub her belly. “It’s okay, baby girl. Your mama and I still love you.” Looking up, I give Olivia a wink, then kiss her bump. Standing, I cup her face and kiss her softly. “She’ll be here before we know it.”
“Only ten more weeks,” she says excitedly.
“Which is why we need this little babymoon getaway.” I smile and press a kiss to her forehead. “You’ve been working nonstop, and I need some alone time
