Chapter 190. Our Children, Our Miracle

Tristan

I watched Athena pace around what would be our babies nursery, her hand resting on her growing belly as she studied the sage green walls with an intensity that would have been amusing if I didn't know how serious she was.

"I can still paint it," she said for the third time in ten minutes. "I'm pregnant, not incapacitated. I can hold a paintbrush."

"Baby, the painters are coming today," I said patiently, leaning against the doorframe. "Professional painters who do this for a living. Who have the right equipment and won't be breathing in paint fumes while carrying our children."

"But I want to be part of it," she insisted, turning to face me with that stubborn expression I'd come to know so well. "This is our baby's room. I should help create it. You promised."

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