“A baby,” he repeated slowly, voice slurred. “Where’s the baby?” “In here,” I croaked out, reaching down to cover the hand he had splayed over my belly. “In you?” With my entire body rigid with tension, I forced a small nod. “What’s it doing in there?” “You put it there, Joe.” “I did?” “Yeah.” I blew out a shaky breath. “You did.” “Well, shit,” he slurred, nuzzling my neck with his nose. “I’m sorry, Molloy. I didn’t mean to.”
Bruh…
