“Mornin’, sweetheart,” Rhys greeted Gwen as she waddled into the kitchen. “How’re you today?”
“How am I? I’m two weeks overdue and I feel like a bloody beached whale, that’s how I am!” Gwen groaned, easing herself down into a chair. She was exhausted and it was a waste of time trying to find a comfortable position because there wasn’t one.
“Can’t be much longer now, love,” Rhys reassured her, handing her a cup of tea.
“I’ll tell you right now, Rhys Williams, this baby is going to be an only child. No way am I goin’ through this again!”