Sister-in-law

"Asher!"

I jolt awake with a loud gasp, my eyes flying open, heart racing. My hands instinctively clutch my belly, fear coursing through me at the thought that my clumsiness might have harmed my baby. How could I have been so careless? Letting myself drown in panic when my Asher is growing healthy inside me.

I try to slap myself, reminding myself that I have my baby with me. Right now, nobody can hurt him. No one can harm my Asher.

The sound of the door opening catches my attention. My head snaps towards it, and my eyes narrow in fury. I can’t let anyone come near me. I don’t trust anyone.

But then my eyebrows slowly rise in surprise. Standing there with a grin on her face is Tiara Ericson, the only daughter of the Ericson family, just 19 years old. She rushes over to the bed and jumps onto it without hesitation.

“Good morning, Sister-in-law!” she chirps.

“Hey, Tiara,” I say calmly, even as I move a bit to shield my belly. I’m cautious about her presence.

“What’s wrong, Sissy? You loo