Just then, the doorbell rang. A deliveryman stood at the door with his arms full of packages for Yvette.
She barely spared me a glance as she rushed forward to tear open one box after another.
“Caleb picked out everything himself because he’s worried about me being uncomfortable during pregnancy. I swear he’d bring home the whole mall if he could. This must be a freebie. My baby won’t need it—why don’t you take it?”
Caleb frowned. “Yvette,” he warned.
But instead of looking chastised, she only pouted and wrapped herself around his arm.
“Caleb, you know how important a pregnant woman’s emotions are. If you keep scolding me like this, the baby might get scared.”
It was a blatant act, but Caleb fell for it. The irritation on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a flicker of concern as he reached out to touch her stomach.
As if the barely formed fetus inside her could even feel fear!
