Chapter 30

Wayne’s POV

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

Elena puts her hands on her hips, and I try not to stare too long at the baby bump that’s becoming more and more obvious every day.

It’s not that I don’t want to stare — I really want to — but if I stare too long, I’m afraid I’ll do something like rush across her apartment, toss her up on the counter, and have my way with her. Seeing my child grow inside her is doing something to me that I never expected.

I like it. A lot.

It’s why I’m over here all the damn time now and can’t remember the last time I spent more than one night in my own bed.

“You really don’t want to find out?”

“No.” She shakes her head, the loose bun on top of it bobbing around as she moves through the kitchen. “I want to be surprised. You’re more than welcome to find out, but I don’t want to know.”

“I’m surprised.”

“Why?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I just figured you had all these grandiose plans of prepping