{Evelyn’s P.O.V.}
“Ugh!!!” I grunted in utter frustration.
“What is it, baby girl?” Deacon asked coming into the bathroom.
“My hair is not cooperating!” I whined. I was sitting at the vanity Deacon had put in for me and was trying to put my hair in an updo I saw on YouTube, and it wasn’t working. I was on the verge of crying.
“Aww, come on, don’t do the crying thing,” he said to me.
“Deacon! I am pregnant with your pups, the party is in an hour and I can’t get my hair to cooperate, I’m as big as a whale, and my back is killing me! Hormones are bad enough when you’re pregnant with one, but I’m f*****g carrying three! So, I am allowed to do the crying thing!” I shouted and started to cry.
“SHORTY!” Deacon shouted. A
