I can’t even think about it.
I set it down as tightness spreads across my belly.
Ouch.
I’ve been getting Braxton Hicks for the last two weeks. The first few times it happened, Casey freaked out, thinking I was in labor. He was so stressed I’ve stopped telling him when I get them.
But damn, this one hurts more than usual.
I rub my lower back as the muscles tighten, breathing through it until it passes.
If this is just the warmup, I dread to think how bad the real show is going to be.
I reach for the next and smile. It was a present from Chopper. It has motorcycles on the front and is so cute.
I place it in the drawer with the others and glance around the room.
I love it.
Casey did such a good job. Sage green walls, soft accents—the perfect space for our daughter to sleep in.
“You’re supposed to be off your feet.”
I glance over my shoulder. Casey is leaning against the doorjamb.
He’s so damn attractive it makes my chest flutter like I’m a lovesick teenager.
He’s not wearing his cut, just a tight-fitting black tee that stretches over his thick muscles. His arms are covered in tattoos, including the one he’s started for our daughter.
“I’m pregnant, not dying.”
If he had his way, he’d keep me in bed all day.
But then my belly tightens again.
That’s the fourth one in quick succession.
I hold my breath behind my smile until it loosens.
Casey prowls over and even though I feel huge, he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
He cups my stomach, ducking down so he can kiss above the slope of my belly. “I want my girls resting.”
When he straightens, I smile at him. “This is my idea of resting, Casey. I enjoy sorting her clothes.”
He doesn’t argue. “How’re you feeling?”
“Like this kid is sitting so low in my pelvis I’m worried I might sneeze and she’ll come out.” I’m not even joking. It feels like she’s between my legs.
“Just means she’s getting ready.”
“Well, let’s hope she comes soon. I don’t think I can get any bigger. I’m already waddling like a duck.”
His fingers trail across the tight skin of my belly. “I like the waddle. It’s sexy.”
I snort a laugh. “Now I know you’re a lying.”
“I love everything about you being pregnant, Lexi. This big round belly that’s all mine, filled with our baby, the marks across your skin that show you carried her, that you fought a war for her. I can’t wait to get you pregnant again.”
