ASHLEY'S P.O.V

“I think I need to sit down” I mumbled breathlessly.

My legs felt like shaky twigs; if it was due to the baby in my stomach or the shock from Dominic's age, I couldn't tell. I planted a hand on the chair as I gently settled down.

A relieved exhale left me and the pressure on my bladder loosened “Much better”

Dominic, however, was still standing, his cheeks were red, and he fumbled with his fingers. “Are you okay? Is it the baby?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but ...