Grant lifted me off my feet and swung me around. “I love you pregnant. I love your big belly. And your big tits. I even love shaving your legs for you when you can’t bend down anymore. You gave me life again, Ireland, and you being pregnant is proof of that.” “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Well, minus the tits comment.” Grant smiled. “Good. Because it’s the truth. Now get your pregnant ass on the bed so I can give you my gift.”
