I knock on the door, straining to hear what's going on inside the bedroom.
"Do not come in!" Jake yells from the inside, his words firm. I blink in surprise and take a step back, curiosity taking over.
"Jake, let me in! This is my baby's room too!" I whine, stomping my foot like a stubborn toddler. The door opens an inch and Jake frowns at me from the inside.
"Back it up," he warns me firmly. I glare at him in response, crossing my arms over my baby bump.
Correction, massive baby bump.
"No. I want to see it." I tell him bluntly.
"Muffin, I adore you. But I won't hesitate to pick you up and drag you away from this room if I have to."
Jake threatens, his eyes twinkling at me. I huff repeatedly —
"I'm pregnant, you can't touch me." I hit back, impressed at my sudden comeback. From the
