EPILOGUE

Third POV

Wyatt went into hyper-protective mode after Harper became pregnant. He watched her every move like a hawk.

"I feel like my freedom of movement is being violated," Harper complained, running her hand over her large belly and smiling mischievously at Wyatt from the mirror.

She was four months pregnant now, and only three weeks away from her due date. Her child would be a winter baby.

Harper turned around, feigning annoyance. "Did you hear what I said? I don't need a private nurse! I am a nurse myself!"

"I know you're a great nurse, honey. " Wyatt approached and put his arms around her. "But even the greatest nurse can't deliver a baby for herself. It's all for your safety."

Harper screwed up her face. "We already have five maids you've hired in the house. I have no privacy left."

Wyatt kissed Harper's forehead. "All I ask is that they check on you every hour to make sure you haven't fainted. I can't have you fainting in the bathroom again."

Harper couldn't reall