Ever since he had confessed his feelings, he’d become a hermit of sorts,

spending most of his days tinkering in the kitchen, crafting all manner of comfort

food—from hearty meatloaf to creamy mashed potatoes—eager to please her

every craving.

If he wasn’t fussing over some recipe, he’d be pacing by her side, bombarding

her with questions about everything and nothing at all. The only time he ever

seemed to detach himself was to huddle in his home office, sifting through a pile

of paperwork from the company.

Nights were another story. They were tangled in sheets, his hands wandering,

as if he were trying to memorize every inch of her. And boy, did he run hot. In

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the chill of winter, she would often wake in a sweat, overheated from his

furnace-like body.

It didn’t take long for Rose to feel smothered. He was just too clingy.

In response, she threw herself into a slew of activities. Swimming lessons,

which Morrison insisted on teaching himself, were a success, and within days

she was cutting through water with the ease of a natural. He followed her, albeit

reluctantly, to prenatal classes. They went through the motions every expectant

parent did—changing clothes, swapping diapers, bathing—a whole new world

for Morrison.

Initially, he felt embarrassed, but once he realized he was just one of many guys

there, he relaxed. Sometimes, he’d even puff his chest out in pride when he

mastered a task quicker than the others, much to Rose’s bemusement. She

never thought she’d see this side of Morrison, but despite sometimes feeling

overwhelmed by his attentiveness, she couldn’t help but be touched.d2

He was changing, all for her.

As her belly grew, so did the discomfort and mood swings. Morrison often found

himself on the receiving end of her unpredictable temper, subjected to the silent

treatment or an icy glare that seemed to come out of nowhere.

This passive-aggressive mastery was her weapon of choice.

Megan would swing by every so often, laden with nutritious treats for Rose and

a good-natured scolding for Morrison. According to her, he could do no right,

and Morrison, well, he just sucked it up and carried on.

One particular day, he made the mistake of leaving the bedroom window wide

open, and boy, did he hear about it.

“Ventilation’s all good and well,” Megan lectured, “but you’re practically

unhinging the window. What if Rose walks in and catches a cold from this draft?

Do you have any idea how dangerous that is for a pregnant woman? Do you

think they’re as robust as you, tumbling around like a bear?”

Rose glanced silently at Morrison, pursing her lips. A bear, really?

Morrison didn’t argue with Megan. Instead, he glanced at Rose and excused

himself, “I’ve got a pot roast in the oven. Better check on it.”

His expression was unreadable, perhaps a sign he’d grown accustomed to the

scolding.

Morrison left, Molly’s gaze towards him still carried a hint

now he had

Molly kept Rose company for a

she returned, she headed straight for

was busy tending to his culinary creation, having just sealed

had surged

mind to, he’d excel at

her. He held

their eyes meeting in a tender

are you here?” he asked, his

kiss, which he

her, her cheeks

groped her waist and asked her the

so much flak because of me,”

holding onto his shirt.

sorry for me?”

worried you might start taking it out on me one

keeping a tally.

to collect on every bit

the shyness in his eyes, which she

she possessed, caught her

hand on her

down to kiss her again, his voice husky. “I have to endure another

months. This is unbearable…”

pregnancy, he had been warned

last check-up not to overdo it. After an

the doctor basically

regretted not having acted sooner, and not taking full advantage

It would have been

and day, indulging in

heart pounding wildly. Her face

a beat

restless.”

stirs me up?” he countered,

“Maybe I should stay away from you

about these things all

won’t allow it. Wherever you go, I go.

you, not even a

her hands unconsciously smoothing over

this horny

out of reach. Out of sight, out of

completely, leaving him without a shred of selfcontrol. How

there, in front

delightful aroma wafting from the

she asked, leaning

You’ll love it,” he assured

nodded eagerly. “When will

wait.”

said, wrapping his arms around her

watching the

Rose’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh no.

they were still here.”

here, no need to come out. We won’t disturb your lovey-dovey

the doorway, her voice

to see Megan and Molly standing at

eyes fixed on

what brings you down

cooped up upstairs any longer.

want an accident happening

turned

You rascal. Keep

to scold Rose, so she turned and gave Morrison

mind.

together, feeling a

feel like arguing with them now. Once

to it. He just hoped they would

with his compliant attitude, “Well,

the blink of an eye. You’ve

you can handle three

missed a chance to rib Morrison. She shot him a chilly

eyes filled with warning.

Megan and Molly out, Rose could finally

of stew. Then she settled on the living room couch, full

through

up and sat beside her, catching

screen.

game of

his displeasure about this, but Rose hadn’t given

you love

with them. Behave, will ya?

how whipped did he have to be for her to say something

comment, he couldn’t very well keep complaining. And he

was his little queen. She said to stop

took the time to explain

her play on her phone for a while, but

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