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“Don't lift that thing!” Aaron grabbed the small fruit basket that Laurel was carrying deftly. “For God's sake, Laurel, sit down! No need to help anything. Let Aamber and the servants take care of everything.”

Standing there and on his hips, Aaron really looked like an arrogant boss who liked to order people, making Laurel's lips pout.

“Aaron, I can carry myself! I'm sore because you told me to sit all day.”

“You're heavily pregnant and your tiny body is tired of carrying your huge belly!” Aaron looked threateningly. “Sit down, Laurel, or I won't want to massage your feet anymore.”

Of course, it's a lie. Aaron never forgot to massage Laurel's feet every night with a gentle essential oil, helping her get rid of her aches from having to carry around her growing womb. He also did not forget to help apply olive oil to his wife's stomach which was getting bigger.

Today they are preparing the nu