Chapter Ninety-Six

Corbin

My phone looks like it's about to melt from how many messages I've sent, and I've never been the guy who blows people's phones up, but late pregnancy doesn't care about my personality.

**Cor: heads up, we went in, everything's good, but stay on standby.**

Harlow answers first.

**Harlow, i'm already in my shoes, stop playing with me. mia's strapped in and beck is pretending he's calm.**

Beck