Ava is in danger.

Ava let out a soft gasp, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink as his fingers tilted her chin up. Before she could protest, his lips captured hers in a fervent kiss, full of hunger and longing.

But she stopped him again. "Control. We can't do it," she whispered.

Dylan sighed but didn't push further. He would never do anything that could harm their baby. Instead, he gently placed his palm over her stomach. "How is our baby doing today? Is he troubling you?"

Ava pouted. "A bit. I've been nauseated all day, and I even puked twice at work."

"Then don't go to the office tomorrow," he urged. "Work from home. Let me pamper you."

Ava smiled, her hands coming up to cup his face. "I'd love to, but I still have a lot on my plate. I can't stay home. Some people still doubt my capabilities, and I want to prove them wrong."

"But what about you and the baby?"