I think I might kill you," Allison said to Deucalion through clenched teeth.
He looked up from his laptop, brows raised. "What did I do now?"
"Your son is kicking the crap out of my lungs."
Two weeks had passed since Renna gave birth to her baby, and Allison was beyond ready for her own baby to get here. Seriously. She loathed being pregnant. It sucked. The only good part was the s*x. Deucalion wasn't complaining about it either. She was constantly as horny as he was.
His face split into that grin, she loved so much, dampening her urge to commit homicide. "That's my boy."
Allison rolled her eyes, and then held her hands out. "Come help me up. I gotta pee again. And I'm starving."
Getting up from the small dining table, he came over and gripped her hands, hauling her off the couch. Ah
