Alyssa

It's been seven days.

Seven days of lying in bed like a glorified houseplant while my men do everything for me except chew my food and blink on my behalf.

And honestly? I don't completely hate it.

Turns out, I like being taken care of more than I ever expected. There's something oddly soothing about the way they handle me—like I'm their precious, pregnant goddess wrapped in bubble wrap and sacred vows.

With Gray giving them time off—even while dealing ...