The moment we walked through our front door, Ryan tossed the hospital paperwork onto the kitchen counter.
« The doctor is being overprotective, » he said.
I laughed.
« You can’t be serious. »
« I’m completely serious. »
He folded his arms.
« You’ve gained a lot of weight. »
« It’s baby weight. »
« It doesn’t matter what you call it. »
I stared at him.