*Daphne*

I grimaced as I bent to pick up the night dress that I had dropped on the plush rug beneath my bare feet.

“Hey, you really shouldn’t be bending anymore, Daphne,” Rion said, hurrying toward me and snatching the garment from the floor.

I straightened and blew out a frustrated breath. “This isn’t my first time being pregnant, Rion,” I huffed in exasperation.

Rion ignored me and quickly but carefully helped me out of my ...