"It's too early to rest now. Let's go out for a bit," Ashton said as he set the bowl down.
I glanced at the clock. It was only eight. Early, yes, but the rain outside hadn't eased at all.
I stood up. "But it's still raining."
"We'll go when it stops." His tone left no room for argument. He took my hand, guiding me back to the sofa as if the decision was already made.
After a moment of quiet, he spoke again, more measured this time. "You should start taking walks. With your condition, light movement is important. Slow walks, an hour or two a day."
I blinked at him. Where was this coming from?
My eyes drifted to the book on the table, its title catching my attention: a detailed guide on pregnancy within the pack.
So that's what he had been reading so intently.
He noticed my expression and cleared his throat lightly. "We'll make it a daily routine from now on."
I nodded, still processing it. "What other books did you get?"
