"I think something's wrong with Vanessa." I'd left her in the window seat and headed back to the living room with the others. "What do you mean, is she sick?" Gaby stopped halfway to her seat. We were just sitting around cooling our heals since the men had pretty much forbidden us to do anything more than sit and look at the four walls.
Connor was being even more of a tyrant than usual and I despaired of having a moment's peace for the next few months until the baby came. I've never seen such a strong man lose it over a pregnancy before in my life.
It's like we were transported back to the seventeenth century when conditions were tentative at best and the birth rate was a lot sketchier. As much as I tried convincing him that everything would work out fine, he wasn't having it. And now w
