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"Since when are you on my to do list Mitchell?" Cass laughed. "Are you sure you haven't had too much to drink tonight?"

Qhuinn lay amongst the pillows, like a good girl, watching her mate as he left for the night. Mitchell had promised to not be gone long, a few hours at the most, but she brushed off his concern as usual. Just because she was all but tied to their bed didn’t mean he had to be too. Though...that was how this had all started.. Giggling her herself, she rested her hands on her swollen belly, feeling the life inside of her stir at her touch. “One more month, sweet Meghan..” she murmured softly. Even though they had agreed to be surprised at the baby’s sex, she just knew it was a girl.

She must have actually fallen asleep, as the next thing Qhuinn knew the telling pressure on her bladder was jolting her awake. Grumbling, she carefully sat up, shuffling to the bathroom. For the millionth time that day.. A rumble in her stomach and a glance at the clock told her she had about an hour before Mitchell was due home, which was plenty of time to fix them a late dinner. Even though he would have a fit.. Waddling into the kitchen next, she seemed to see the accident in her mind before it happened. A chair, pulled out from the table just enough to throw off her already wonky balance. Dammit..Mitchell was going to kill her... That was her last thought, before her foot connected with the chair leg, sending her tumbling to the floor, her head striking the polished wood planks.

"I hope you had a good night, at least.." Qhuinn muttered, barely looking over at her husband as she paced the length of their living room.