Mercy shook her head, laughing softly. Then, glancing down at her stomach, she whispered, "I still can't believe I'm going to be a mother."
Zephyr's expression softened. He reached for her hand and gently brushed his thumb over her knuckles. "You're going to be amazing. And I can't wait to see how beautiful you'll look once the pregnancy starts showing."
"Really? Don't you mean how 'shapeless, I'll look?"
"You'll always be beautiful to me, sweetheart."
Shantel remained silent, watching the couple bicker with each other with an unreadable expression.
Then, after a beat, she clapped her hands together. "Alright, enough of the mushy moment. We need to start making plans."
"Plans for what?" Mercy asked, sincerely confused.
"Plans on how I'm going to make sure you stay out of trouble until this baby arrives. And trust me, darling, I have ideas."
