Chapter 191

Ryker

I watched Sienna pace around what would be our babies nursery, her hand resting on her growing belly as she studied the sage green walls with an intensity that would have been amusing if I didn't know how serious she was.

"I can still paint it," she said for the third time in ten minutes. "I'm pregnant, not incapacitated. I can hold a paintbrush."

"Baby, the painters are coming today