RACHEL'S pov
Duncan's just finished bathing me, and he's currently drying my hair to prevent me from catching a cold, he's extremely careful with me and pampers me a lot these days -lol, perks of being pregnant.
Then something crossed my mind.
"Right, nanny Pamela and I are gonna be visiting your mom's grave later, can..."
"No" he declined, even before I could even finish my words.
I frowned slightly.
"You don't even know what I wanna say"
"You wanna ask for my permission, which I'm gonna be giving to you" he said.
Is he a mind-reader or something?
"Please, we're not going alone, Fatima's coming with us and I know Fatima will surely bring some bodyguards along" I rolled my eyeballs while saying the last part.
"It's still a no!" he refused firmly.
"Come on, your mom don't know me, because I haven't visited her since we've been together and..."
