Samantha's temples throbbed with barely contained rage as she pressed a trembling hand to her abdomen, her bloodshot eyes locking onto Drake.
Drake arched a brow and gently steadied her with a hand on her arm.
"Alright, that's enough. I knew this would happen the moment you two crossed paths—that's why I told you not to come.
Why don't you head upstairs and keep Laura company for now?"
A flicker of suspicion crossed Samantha's eyes as she studied him.
Her voice was icy. "And what about you? Now that you've seen her, are you really planning to stay here and chat with your best friend's wife?"
"Exactly," Drake replied with exaggerated solemnity.
"Lucas made me promise not to leave Beauty alone in her room.
That's why I'm here—to keep her company.
But the second you walked in, you two started bickering.
I was worried the stress might harm the baby, so I thought I'd escort you downstairs first.
I'll stay with Beauty for a while—consider it a favor to Lucas."
