Chapter 196

Harley

Reaching down, I smooth my hand over my stomach. It’s grown even more the past few weeks and I have my appointment tomorrow that tells me the gender of what we’re going to have. Which is why I’m here right now, looking at this room in our apartment that once belonged to Justice. Tomorrow, I’ll know how I want to decorate it.

I always believed I would be the type of mother who would decorate in neutrals and not care so much about perceived gender colors but, the closer I am to finding out what I carry, I’m wanting to go hard toward either pink and lacy or blue and all boy.

It’s not a big room. Justice took the smaller one because she’s always let me have what I want. To say I’m spoiled is an understatement and she’s one of the reasons why.

“You okay?” Bishop asks, walking in and eating a bag of chips. “I told you I was home, but you never said anything.”