Chapter 267

Chapter 267

“I am not yet in labor, Ashton Cassie whined, shifting against the pillows as he once again tried to coax her into staying put.

“You had stomach cramps last night,” Ashton replied patiently, his voice calm but firm

His fingers brushed gently along her cheek while his other hand rested protectively over her thirty-seven-week bump, rubbing slow, soothing circles.

“Our son could decide to come any moment, love. We can afford to be careless.”

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There was no panic in his tone. Just certainty. And that, more than anything, made it impossible to argue with him.