Beauty and The Beta (Bailey) novel Chapter 129

I lay in the bed, seemingly my prison now I was on strict bed rest. It was getting more than a little boring now. Tiresome. Repetitive. If this baby does not come out soon, I am going to start pushing and hope for the best. I don’t care if contractions have started or not. I will force the little bugger right out. I don’t think I could stretch anymore. And as much as I love my mate, he irritates me. Killing me with kindness. Not to mention stupidity.

“Aww, does it hurt when the baby does this?” "When the baby pees inside of you, where does it go?" comments like that were becoming a regular occurrence, and I was running out of patience... though his favorite comment lately had been, “You know they say sex brings on labor…” Oh yeah, because I feel incredibly sexy right now! Oozing sex appeal from each and every pore... I am the size of a beached whale! I swear he brings that thing near me again anytime soon, and I will chop it off! It is because of that thing I am in this much discomfort. It is alright for him, he sticks it in, wiggles it around a bit, gets his kicks, and he’s good to go. Me, I am the one struggling for months after…

Okay, I may turn into a pregnant monster. So, unsurprisingly, when Asher, or one of our family or friends calls in to visit me, Caleb takes a break from sitting with me at the hospital, and goes to check in at work or with Matty, our little one, who has been spending time with our parents more in recent days.

So, to see Asher walk in, looking even more moodier than normal, I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted Caleb to leave, but he still took the opportunity, but I guess I couldn’t blame him when I had just given him a hard time for suggesting a little fun in my hospital suite’s washroom. I swear men think with their bits, not their brain… or my mate certainly does!

“Hey sweetheart.” Asher leaned over to give me a half-hug. He wasn’t keen on personal contact, so I allowed him that much. Besides, I was far too warm and uncomfortable for a proper hug. “I brought you some fruit.” He says with a smile.

“Wonderful, I will add it to the rest my family brought. Will be able to open a shop soon.” I said, realizing a little too late how ungrateful and sarcastic I sounded. Fortunately, I knew Asher wouldn’t care.

He nodded, as he sat himself down on the chair next to my bed. “I expect a cut of the profits then.”