“I wish you would just stay at the mansion. It’s large enough for all of us,” Alex said.

It was the third time during their drive to meet a real estate agent to see an apartment. Amelia was done with hearing it. “Stop, Alex.”

He moved a little closer to her in the back seat. “I’m serious, Amelia. I don’t like this.”

“It isn’t yours to like or not. Just because I am carrying your child doesn’t mean you get to tell me what to do.”

They hadn’t ...