“No need. Clara said you'd feel fine as soon as you gave birth.”

Aurora ticked off her fingers as if doing calculations. “It’s only been a little over a month. Even if I wanted to speed this up, I have at least nine months to go. If you go on vomiting like this, you’ll turn into a mute.”

Mason wrapped an arm around her, drawing her close, his voice low and laced with a trace of mischief. “If I did lose my voice, would you still love ...