Casey’s POV.
I look at the snoring tractor next to me, wondering if I could get away with his murder? What am I saying? Of course I could.
For the last hour, all I’ve heard are his snores and I can’t get comfortable. All I want to do is cry. It has been five weeks since Jo and Roman had their twins and god are they the most adorable little bundles ever. I’m not biased. I think all babies are gorgeous.
I sit up with a huff and grunt and then bum shuffle to the edge of the bed and plant my feet before I begin my workout to get out of bed. Once I’m standing and I waddle and wince towards the bathroom. With one hand under my bump and the other against my lower back, I yawn.
I make it to the bathroom and onto the toilet just intime. Thank god I moved when I did, otherwise there would have
