Lucius Brown's P.O.V.I could say, without exaggeration, that I had faced every kind of risk life could throw at me. Fistfights where I'd nearly had my neck snapped, bullets that left permanent scars, jumping out of moving cars, and let's not forget, running from a string of resentful women thanks to my reckless youth. I had walked away from all that, but this latest adventure—fatherhood? I wasn't sure I'd make it out alive.Every day, I wondered when the worry, the endless weight of it, would end. But seeing Marianne's round belly, I knew I had at least another eighteen years to go. Because, as it was, our little girl hadn't even been born yet. We had two weeks to go.For most women, two weeks would pass in blissful anticipation—relaxing, enjoying cravings, buying baby clothes online, and resting in bed. But no. I'd managed to fall for—and knock up—a woman who couldn't stay still for a second.After our honeymoon in Italy, I had hoped that Marianne would take it easy once we got h
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