Natalie's POV
I was beginning to think Butcher's black T-shirts were going to become my entire maternity wardrobe.
Not that I was complaining.
They were comfortable, smelled like him, and were large enough to accommodate my growing belly.
The only problem?
I looked like a pregnant woman who'd gotten lost inside a camping tent.
I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, studying my reflection.
“Jesus!!”
“What?”
I turned toward the doorway.
Butcher stood there holding two bottles of water.
“Nothing.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“Red.”
I gestured toward myself.
“Look at me.”
He did.
Slowly.
Then his mouth curved.
“Look fuckin' good.”
I laughed.
“Babe, I look like I'm wearing a bedsheet.”
“Sexy bedsheet.”
I shook my head.
“You're hopeless.”
He approached me, setting the water o
