Ardy paused in front of the window, and he took in her still form. She was agitated, but there were no signs of stress or pain. Three days past her due date, she was miserable and insanely emotional. He learned the hard way to approach her with caution after she bit his head off when he asked her how she was feeling. “I can tell this is your child. She’s a little demon for sure, ignoring her birthdate and forgoing her arrival.” Demon grinned. So, she’s not pissed at me right now. “Look at it this way, when she’s older, and she doesn’t follow the crowd, we’ll appreciate the trait.” Ardy snorted. “You mean if she ever decides to come out.” He laughed. “One way or another babe, she’s coming out.” “Yeah, tell her that. If she’s like this about everything, it’s going to be a long road to eighteen.”
