(SASHA)
I huff. "God, you're in a mood. Is this the hormones?"
He grits his teeth and throws the covers then climbs off the bed. He walks stiffly towards the windows.' "It's not always the hormones every time I get upset."
My gaze drops to his muscular thighs and his perfectly rounded pass but I force myself to look away. I don't want him to jump out the window just because he caught me staring at his ass. I get off the bed and approach him. He turns to face me with a wary expression on his face. His breathing is uneven and his eyes are dark with frustration.
"What's wrong, Tyler? Talk to me."
"You're one of those thoughtful caring mobsters."
I count to ten, losing my patience. "Tyler, I'm really trying with you. Please, tell me what's wrong."
He touches his stomach and his gaze drops to his baby bump. "It's not your fault that I feel sick and tired of this pregnancy. I'm just tired of it, okay?"
