CHAPTER 118: Girls' Night Out

Caspian is standing at the closet door, arms folded, eyes narrowed as he watches me sift through my clothes. He looks like he’s about to give a lecture.

“I think it’s a terrible idea for two pregnant women to go out partying at night,” he says.

I don’t even glance back at him as I pull out a dress. “Why? You think we need a chaperone?”

“If that’s what it takes, yes.”

I can feel his eyes burning a hole into the back of my head. He’s annoyed—no, worried—but he’s doing that thing where he tries to hide it under sarcasm and logic. Classic Caspian.

“We’re not teenagers sneaking out to a rave,” I say, tossing the dress onto the bed before rummaging for shoes. “It’s a girls' night. And by girls’ night, I mean me and your sister having dinner and maybe going to a club.”

Caspian snorts. “A club? And that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

I turn to face him, one eyebrow raised. “We’re not exactly hitting up the hottest spots in town. We’re pregnant, remember? There’ll be no shots, no w