Jason's POV
You know those mornings when you wake up and everything feels a little too calm? That's how the day started. I should've known peace was just an illusion.
I was in the bedroom, trying to zip up Ella's hospital go-bag while she supervised from the bed like a cranky, pregnant CEO.
"Jason, did you pack my snack bars?" she asked, voice sharp as ever.
"Yes," I replied.
"The mango ones?"
I froze. "...They were out of mango. I got blueberry."
"Blueberry? Jason!" she groaned like I'd personally offended the child growing inside her. "That baby only likes mango!"
I opened my mouth to argue, then wisely shut it. Arguing with pregnant Ella was like poking a sleeping dragon and asking it not to breathe fire.
At that exact moment, she dropped the TV remote and stared at it helplessly.
"Get that."
"It's literally right next to you."
"I can't bend, Jason! My belly is in the way. Do you want me to fall over and squash your child?"
