Winter Hart
Once the meeting was over, I flopped into my office chair. I was not only starving but also exhausted. The playoffs meant we were busy, but growing this child was exhausting enough. I could barely stay awake to watch Jake's games. I rested my head on the back of the chair and closed my eyes. If Sydney was going to Broadway, I'd need to find another replacement, but in the meantime, I'd have to have afternoon naps.
There was a quick knock on the door before it was opened. "Baby, what's wrong?"
When I opened my eyes, Jake had placed everything on my desk. "Nothing's wrong, babe," I said, running my hand over my growing bump.
He rushed around the desk and knelt beside me. "Are you sure?" He placed a hand over mine.
"I'm fine," I yawned.
He sighed, "You are working too much.
