Chapter 73. Overprotective

"Don't you at least need to sit down, babe? You are pacing too much and that is not good for you." Andy says.

Huh! See why I refused to tell him right away? What will pacing do to a one-month zygote? Goodness! I have heard stories of expectant women participating in and winning running marathons. But to Adrian Ashton, pacing, standing, anything at all except eating is not good for me. Leave aside that for now, because I know I have not seen anything yet, but how on earth can I stop pacing if no one is picking up my call for the tenth time back home? Where the heck is that family of mine when I need them the most?

"Still no response, Andy! What are we going to do?" I ask, worry washing over me.

My twin sisters are the only hope we have right now to save Angel, but I can't get a hold of them. Who the hell is with that damn phone?

"Relax, babe! Just, sit first." Huh, this Andy again. He guides me to the leather seat, and assists me crouch down with care as if I am alre