Kira’s POVTwo months later.“This is dumb,” Gia grunted, struggling as she pulled the mandatory plastic covering over her clothes—Adrian’s rule for anyone coming within ten feet of me.“Try being me,” I muttered, brushing imaginary dust off the porcelain-white chair… also wrapped in plastic.Everything was wrapped in plastic.Everything.I’d grown so much in the last month it was ridiculous. My stomach now sat proudly in front of me, like the baby had finally decided to stop hiding. Meanwhile, Adrian had evolved from overprotective to full-blown psycho.“Dressed like a fucking weatherman just to get water,” Enzo grumbled, opening the fridge.“There’s also the option of death by thirst,” Adrian said flatly, not even looking up—his nose buried in yet another pregnancy book.“I blame Kira,” Romeo said lazily from one of the kitchen stools.I snapped my head toward him. “I’m dressed like an onion too. What did I do?”“You’re the one who got him hooked on those damn books. I haven’t smoke
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