Vincent POV
Carrying all the bags she had bought made me question my decision to take her out in the first place. At some point, she had clearly decided that I was her personal servant. It annoyed me more than I cared to admit. Still, beneath the irritation, there was something else. Watching her relax, watching her let her guard down, showed me a side of her I had not seen before.
She had been careful with everything she did, measured and restrained, but there were moments when her control slipped. I caught her smiling more than once, especially when she picked out clothes for our unborn child. Those smiles were unguarded and real, and they unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.
