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without announcing my arrival anymore.
    Freaking scientist’s mutant sperm. I feel like I’m carrying a Hulk baby the little mite is growing so fast. Today is another appointment since Cage in all his paranoia called the doctor yesterday and started yelling at him about how big I am already and how things do not seem right.
    Have I mentioned yet that living with him is like living with a paranoid old mama bear? The man feeds me constantly, won’t let me bath or shower alone, and just goes out of his way to be wherever I am at all times.
    He even calls me from work when I’m doing something I shouldn’t and lectures me to death about being stubborn and too damn ornery for my own good. So what if I tried to change a freaking burnt-out lightbulb by myself. I’m pregnant, not dying.
    “Babe?”
    Snapping out of my ramblings, I stomp to the door and jerk it open with a huff, ignoring his bulging eyes when they land on my bra and boobs where the shirt won’t close.
    “Don’t even because I am so not in the mood right now. Nothing fits and I promise you and all that is holy, if I have to try another shirt on and have the buttons pop, I will lose it,” I warn, hating the tremble in my lips.
    Crying is so not cool, not when he looks ready to start hyperventilating at any minute, but I can’t help it.
    Cage seems about to have another panic attack before I see him freeze and smile. Then he’s hoofing it down the hall only to return seconds later holding up one of his T-shirts with a grin.
    “Here. This should fit over your boobs, at least. Damn baby, how are you even standing upright right now?”
    “You shut your disgustingly handsome face and go get us some yogurt before I kick your ass.”
    He leaves with a chuckle and one last glance at my watermelons while I rip the shirt off like it’s dirty and slip on his.
    When it settles easily, without pushing on me like a second skin, I let out a sigh and slip on my flats, making my way to the kitchen with a little more pep than I felt minutes ago.
    “Hell yeah, that looks great, babe,” he says, giving me a wolf whistle and a wink.
    I don’t at all miss the hot look he can’t quite hide, and I feel myself heat a little just thinking about sex with Cage. It’s a fact that a lot of women are okay during the whole pregnancy thing, and Callie even told me that one of the women in her class once told her that she was so put off sex while she was pregnant that she caught her poor husband masturbating at all times of the day.
    I feel like someone lit a fire in my pants and poured gasoline on my crotch. And Cage looking at me like I’m dessert? Not helping the blaze, man.
    “Huh, now I know you’re full of bullhockey, mister. These babies are maternity pants. Maternity pants , Cage. You know, since you bought them for me, that they have enough elastic to circle the fucking globe.”
    He laughs, the ass, and comes over to peck my cheek.
    “You look good. Now stop fishing for compliments and eat your yogurt so we can get going. And yes, I’m carrying you to the car after last week’s almost disaster, so don’t even start.”
    Sheesh! I trip one time and the man thinks my legs are useless!
    “Fine but if my fat ass breaks your back and you can’t walk for shit, do not complain to me. I warned you,” I mutter around my spoon as I scarf my yogurt in a minute flat.
    The morning sickness leveled off just two days ago, and now that I can finally eat without blowing like a volcano I want to devour everything in sight.
    Current company included.
    “You’re not fat.”
    Even I hear the slight hesitation there. As I look down at my belly, I can’t say a thing to deny it. I’m growing at a rapid rate.
    We leave for the doctor’s not long after, Cage carrying me like promised, and by the time I get into the exam room and the doc is waving that cold ass wand all over the place, I’m about ready to have a Dot meltdown.
    “What is it? What’s wrong? If there’s something