***** Three Weeks Later****

“Quentin! Come on!!! I can make it downstairs myself!” Nyrissa whined, not for the first time, as Quentin carried her down the stairs to the kitchen.

“You’re doctor said bed rest. So, you are on bed rest! You’re lucky I’m strong enough to carry you down the stairs. Otherwise, you’d never leave the bedroom,” Quentin reminded her firmly.

“This is just ridiculous! They only said not to exert myself! The baby is fine and ...