JUSTIN’S POV
I’m fairly certain Allison has glared at me at least ten times today. The first was right after she woke up, when I told her I made spinach soup—something healthy, considering she ate pizza and more junk than I can count last night. She glared at me, then told me to eat it myself.
The second was after breakfast, when I asked if she wanted to take a walk with me. I simply asked. But she looked at me like I suggested she go roll in dog poop.
But yeah. There’s a pattern.
On the bright side, the baby’s coming soon, and that’s why she’s extra sensitive. It’s our due week, according to the doctor and it’s already Thursday. Allison has been praying for this baby to come today, but I don’t see that happening.
“Hey!” She snaps, and I flinch. She’s glaring at Katy through the scree
