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Ava was sitting in a chair next to Zane as he worked in his home office. It was familiar to her, like being thrown back to the time they had met. To keep busy, she had started crocheting a baby blanket. After a while she felt Zane’s eyes on her, she looked up and smiled at him.

“You shouldn’t be sitting on that chair,” he told her.

“What’s wrong with this chair? I love sitting on it when you work,” Ava said.

“It’s not soft enough,” he grumbled. Ava laughed and placed her hand on his cheek. Her husband was a real softie.

“You can’t wrap me in bubble wrap just because I’m pregnant. I’m healthy and strong and the baby is half you so you know it has steal in it’s DNA,” she told him. Zane chuckled and shook his head.

“If she is half as stubborn as her mother, we are all in big trouble, he said.

“She?” Ava asked. He shrugged.

“It feels right calling her a she,” he said as he texted someone. A moment later, there was a knock on the door and one of the maids