RACHEL’S pov.

“What year are we in?” I repeated my question.

“Uh, 2022” Duncan answered.

September 17th? 2022? Doesn’t that mean it’s been only three days since Asher tried to hurt my baby?

I looked down at my stomach, and let out a deep breath of relief when I saw my baby’s bump is still there. I patted my baby’s bump fondly, with a small smile.

Thanks, baby, for staying with momma -I mentally thanked my baby.

“You really scared me, baby” Duncan said to me.

“And you could really use a bath right now” I replied, cringing my nose in disgust.

He perceived his shirt and cleared his throat...