I groaned, my eyes fluttering open to bright lights. “What the—”

“You passed out in the car,”

I turned to see Atlas sitting beside me. “The doctor said it was because of the stress, trauma, and…”

I frowned, sitting up. “And what?”

He glanced around, as the answer was on the walls before he grinned. “We may or may not be expecting another baby.”

“What?!”

“Don’t — Don’t shout!”

“Don’t shout? Atlas I’ve pushed out four babies, darned right I’ll shout if I want to! You need to keep yourself in check!”

“Oh now, this is my fault? As if you vehemently refused all my advances, look at this one!”...