09-21-2014, 06:01 PM
Calder stirred restlessly in the bed. Being overdue with a smaller clutch was bad, but being overdue with eight was awful. He rested his head on his boyfriend Caleb's shoulder, who was rubbing his belly gently.
"Two bloody weeks," Calder grumbled. "They need to hurry up, dammit."
"Two bloody weeks," Calder grumbled. "They need to hurry up, dammit."