**Amber’s POV
I watched Leo training in our newly landscaped garden. We’d purchased a nice estate in the Redrime countryside adjacent to the lake and it was so nice spending time in the peace and quiet of our own property.
He’d put a punching bag up in a huge oak tree. I smiled, wrapping my arms around my barely swollen belly. It was so hot out, and pregnancy hormones weren’t helping, so most days I just wore a flowing skirt and an oversized t-shirt.
I’d told Leo, once the baby was born, that punching bag would have to be replaced with a tire swing.
“Hey, you two! I’m ready!” Maia shouted out the back door.
I cringed slightly at her shrill voice. The house was supposed to be for Leo, me, and the baby but Maia didn’t want to go back to her father or August. I mean, I couldn’t exactly blame her for that. I wouldn’t want to go back either.