*Daphne*
I grimaced as I bent to pick up the night dress that I had dropped on the plush rug beneath my bare feet.
“Hey, you really shouldn’t be bending anymore, Daphne,” Rion said, hurrying toward me and snatching the garment from the floor.
I straightened and blew out a frustrated breath. “This isn’t my first time being pregnant, Rion,” I huffed in exasperation.
Rion ignored me and quickly but carefully helped me out of my day clothes so that I could change into my nightgown. It was such a simple task but lately, Rion insisted on helping me, which I appreciated since it did make the process a lot easier.
He was so tender with me, caressing my skin and pressing kisses to my swollen belly before tugging the fabric down.
“I know this isn’t your first time being pregnant,” he finally said once I was redressed. “But that doesn’t mean that I’m not going to be a tad bit protective for the duration of this pregnancy.”
“A tad!” I scoffed, rolling my eyes toward the ceiling.
