From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 283

Ethan Carter’s voice was calm, but there was a cocky edge to it. “Heck, I could handle ten kids, no problem.”

Olivia Bennett lifted her head off his shoulder, eyes wide. “Oh, no way. I’m not having ten!”

Ethan just shrugged. “One’s enough for me.”

A smile played at the corners of Olivia’s lips. “We haven’t even had this one yet, and you’re already planning ahead? Let’s just see how it goes.”

Ethan reached over and rested his palm on her belly. “Is the little one being wild today?”

“Actually, it’s pretty quiet.” Olivia’s expression softened as she talked about the baby. “I swear, this kid’s got brains. When I’m home with nothing to do, it’s all somersaults in there. But the moment I step out or get busy, it seems to chill out—except when I’m eating, then it gives me a good kick. Otherwise, it’s pretty well-behaved.”

Ethan grinned. “Sounds like we’ve got a clever little rascal on our hands.”

Olivia’s lips curled up, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “Who do you think it takes after?”

“You, for sure.”

She laughed. “Well, that’s not so bad.”

The conversation drifted aimlessly, the way it does when you’re simply enjoying each other’s company.

After a while, Ethan said, “I’ve got to wrap up some work. Why don’t you go nap in the lounge for a bit? Once you’re up, we’ll head home.”

Olivia was already feeling drowsy. “Good idea.”

Ethan led her to the lounge, helped her onto the little daybed, and tucked a cozy blanket around her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Get some rest. If you need me, just call.”

She murmured a soft “okay,” eyes already closing.

Ethan slipped out, heading back to his desk. He’d barely sat down when Evan Dale knocked and stepped in, carrying a vase filled with bright blue forget-me-nots—just the ones Olivia had admired earlier.

Evan set the vase on Ethan’s desk. “Mr. Carter, the flowers are all set. Do you—”

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