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Chapter 42 – The Checkup & The Filthy Guard Dog

Author: Sernyx
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-29 14:01:10

SAESHA POV

The morning light barely filtered through the curtains when Alex was already fussing.

“Slow, baby,” he said, one hand steady on my waist, the other grabbing my bag like I was incapable of lifting it myself. “Stairs are steep. One slip—”

I rolled my eyes, tugging away from his grip. “Alex, I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”

“Pregnant with my bean,” he corrected, glaring at the steps as though they might attack me. “Which makes you sacred.”

I groaned. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously in love,” he said smoothly, stealing a kiss before I could argue.

By the time we reached his car, he’d opened the door for me, adjusted the seatbelt so it wouldn’t press against my bump, and muttered under his breath when I crossed my legs.

“Don’t squish bean.”

“Bean is fine!” I snapped, though my heart flipped at the way his hand lingered on my stomach before he started the engine.

The drive was short, his aunt’s clinic tucked just outside the edge of town, surrounded by wildflowers
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