Lena sat in the backyard, a soft breeze playing with her hair as she rubbed her belly. She was now seven months pregnant, and the baby kicked more often these days. It was a reminder that soon, she and Grayson would have a little one to hold in their arms.
Grayson had been extra careful with her lately, making sure she didn’t lift a finger. He barely let her do anything on her own, which sometimes made her laugh.
Just this morning, she had tried to carry a small box, and he had rushed over like she was about to lift a mountain.
“Lena, stop,” he had said, taking the box from her hands. “I told you, no lifting.”
“It’s just a box of baby clothes, Grayson.”
“I don’t care. You sit. I’ll do it.”
She had rolled her eyes but smiled as he carefully placed the box down, arranging everything as
