Prim was absolutely restless now after two weeks. 

She turned to Egan on the bed as the first light of the day appeared.

“I will genuinely lose my mind if I stay indoors one more day being fussed over.”

Egan opened his eyes slowly and smiled.

“You are pregnant, Primrose.” He said gently. “In your first trimester.”

“But not sick. I am fine. I have not run since the news, that is enough sacrifice.”

He sighed tiredly. 

The old Egan would have definitely lost his ...