Chapter48

#Chapter48

Layla’s POV

I was worried. In fact, I was beyond worried. I couldn't help but sit down and worry. I knew Emilio told me not to worry, but I just couldn't help it. He didn't understand the seriousness of the situation.

I was having a baby in approximately a month and we haven't even prepared a room for the baby, but yet still he wanted me to relax. How could I relax knowing that my baby could come any day and his/her room still wasn't prepared for his/her arrival.

This was bad. This was so bad. I was pacing our room in a panic, running my hands through my hair. I couldn't help but blame the whole thing on Emilio. It was his fault.

Every time I brought it up, he would come up with some bullshit excuse. I have tried to corner him into doing it, but he always seemed to slip out of my grasp.