”I have to call your mom,” I whisper to Liam, snuggled in his bed with his head on my belly, as if he’s listening to the life growing inside me. He grunts. ”I don’t think it’s good if I work for her.”

Liam props himself on one elbow, keeping a hand on my stomach and tracing the white circles connecting my tubing to my belly. ”Don’t you need the insurance?”

”I’ve got a few more weeks left on my ...