Jemma's POV
Cassius carried me into our room. We had just returned from the Royal Hospital for the third time after I thought I was in labor. It turned out to be false all three times. I was starting to feel like an i***t. I have done this before. I should know what actual labor feels like. Angela and the other doctors assured me that every pregnancy is different, so I shouldn't feel bad. Cassius set me on the bed, and I sighed. It was three in the morning. He should be sleeping. He had been working alone in the office for a couple of weeks as I was on bed rest for the most part.
"I am sorry," I mumbled to him as he helped me out of my hastily thrown-on clothes. I was wearing a pair of shorts and one of his shirts.
He knelt in front of me and looked into my eyes with his
