Naomi’s POV

I couldn’t sleep.

No matter how I shifted—left side, right side, even tried folding a pillow between my knees—I just couldn’t find the sweet spot. The baby kept stretching and rolling, and my body felt like a borrowed blanket—warm, wrinkled, and impossible to smooth.

I let out a sigh and flipped over again.

Raymond stirred beside me. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep.

“I don’t know,” I groaned. “I’m tired, but I want… a ...