I froze mid-performance, glaring at him because, excuse me, I was out here delivering award-worthy levels of emotion and he was laughing at me like this was some kind of comedy.
He stepped closer then, one large hand sliding to cup the side of my face, his thumb brushing my cheek as he looked me dead in the eyes.
“But I’m serious,” he said softly. “Stay here and rest, kitten. I do not want you stressing. Not you, not the babies. I need you safe while I handle this.”
I blinked up at him because he was being so calm, so steady, so infuriatingly reasonable while I was melting down like a lunatic on purpose.
“And call your mother,” he added, pressing a kiss to my forehead before pulling back. “It has been a while since you spoke to her.”
I groaned loudly like he had just told me to clean
