SHADE POV -
"We need you both to change. Now."
We didn't ask why. They handed us surgical scrubs and ushered us into the side prep room. I helped Aria dress. She moved slowly, like her limbs weren't syncing with her brain. Her grip slipped on the fabric twice before I stepped in and pulled the sleeves over her arms. I didn't ask if she was okay.
She wasn't. We both knew that.
I crouched beside her after I got my clothes changed and peeled the edge of the scrubs over her belly. She didn't fight me. She just watched as I pressed my mouth to her skin and rested my hands on either side. She was starting to get so big. Corey kicked. Hard.
"Hey there, little fighter," I murmured. "You're not alone in this. We are all worried."
I glanced up at Aria. Her eyes stayed locked on mine. She did
