*Months Later*
*Cat*
“Here we go,” Elio said calmly, giving me a grin as he opened up the door to the clinic wide open for me. I groaned, shifting on my bloated feet as I waddled past him inside, a hand on my massively growing stomach. I was just seven months pregnant and I felt like I was ready to pop right here and now already.
“Only two months to go,” I murmured in a kind of encouraging good luck charm as I turned the corner and let out a pitiful groan as I saw the staircase before us. What kind of person put a staircase in a maternity care clinic?
A sadist, that’s who.
Elio chuckled as he took my side, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Take your time, baby. We’re still early.”
“Carry me,” I pouted at him, giving him my biggest puppy-dog eyes, but Elio just gave me a wry smile. I grumbled unhappily, knowing he was under strict orders from the doctor to stop carrying me everywhere.
