Aiden
“I f.ucking hate you, Aiden McKnight!”
I ducked just in time as a book on pregnancy sailed past my ear and down the hallway. Cecelia’s aim was deadly. Sweat was popping out along my upper lip, and I watched helplessly, unable to comfort my laboring mate. She was waddling up and down the hallway in her bare feet, one of my old t-shirts stretched over her gorgeous round belly, and her wild hair piled up on top of her head. She had never looked more beautiful.
Or more dangerous.
“Now, now,” Catherine rubbed her sister’s back and shot me a merciless grin. “Let's think positive thoughts, right? We’re having a baby.”
“Ow!” Cecelia grunted and stopped her waddle to hold her belly. “I’m having a baby, I don’t know what the hell the rest of you are doing here!” She growled when she could
