Chapter 469: Bed Rest Stress, Part 1

The following week was the slowest week in the history of time. If I wasn't sitting on the couch watching TV or reading, I was upstairs sleeping. The extent of my physical activity was getting up to go to the bathroom and shower - and I was pretty sure Trent stood guard outside the bathroom door, though he had the consideration to not be standing there when I exited the bathroom. But he carried me up and down the stairs every morning and night.

When I made it to the end of the guide on the TV and still didn't find anything to watch that I hadn't already seen a million times, I tossed the remote onto the coffee table with a frustrated groan. I was no longer worried about the Zoya or Dante or the placental abruption - the boredom was going to kill me first.