Page 308 of Knot What I Expected

“Your mommy is sleeping.”

“No, she isn't.”

“Yes, she is.”

“Nope.”

Small arms suddenly slide around me from behind.

I grin.

Fucking kid.

“Traitor.”

“I told you,” Matteo sings.

“Good morning,” Gabby murmurs against my back.

I turn immediately.

There she is.

My Honey Girl.

Barefoot. Hair a mess. Wearing one of my old A-Feral shirts that hangs almost to her knees.

And yeah, she’s pregnant.

My eyes drop automatically to her belly.

There's nothing to see yet.

Doesn't fucking matter, Monster pipes up.

And yeah, I know. He’s right.

Our baby.

Monster practically rolls over and shows his belly every time we think about it.

Some terrifying beast.

“You should be sleeping.”

Gabby's amber eyes narrow.

“I'm pregnant, Rowan. Not dying.”

“Same difference.”

“Not even remotely.”

“You need rest.”

“I slept nine hours.”

“Could've been ten.”