“I am so bloated,” Aria complained, rubbing her round stomach.
Ruger and Winchester whined in sympathy. The Pitbull lay next to her and the shepherd rested its head in her lap. Both were being quite attentive as Remington trailed Theo around the penthouse as if asking why he wasn’t helping her.
“Anything I can do?” Theo asked, bringing her a bowl of popcorn he prepared for their movie night.
“You already rubbed my feet,” Aria chuckled as he settled beside her. “Thank you. Sitting in that office chair all day doesn’t help my back.”
“I’ll take care of that later,” Theo grinned, hugging her close.
Aria snuggled into his embrace. It had been months since her grandfather’s birthday and his impromptu proposal. Since then, everything settled into a comfortable routine. Her family had been a
