"I have more important things to take care of."
Channing Irving's lips quirked up into a smirk as he turned and walked toward the jewelry store next door.
Jude chuckled helplessly.
Alright then. In the Governor's heart, his main priority was still his girl.
He actually felt a little sympathetic for the unborn baby.
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Evening.
Coralie Quill woke up from her afternoon nap, her eyes fluttering open to see Channing sitting at the edge of the bed.
He was dressed in comfortable loungewear, holding a children's toy in his hand, looking at her with eyes full of utter adoration.
"You're awake?"
Seeing her open her eyes, Channing immediately leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Did you sleep well? Is the little guy giving you a hard time? Do I need to give him a talking-to?"
"?"
Coralie touched her belly, not wanting to wrong the little one, and answered honestly, "He's been very good. Stop scaring him."
The baby was almost six months old—he could probably hear them by now, couldn't he?!
"Careful, or when he comes out, he might not claim you as his dad."
"That good, huh?" Channing leaned his cheek against Coralie's stomach, planting a kiss through her clothes as his voice softened. "As long as you're a good boy and don't give your mom a hard time, Daddy will love you very much. If you act up, I'm grounding you the second you're born."
"Tch."
Coralie was amused by his expression, the corners of her lips turning up. "Watch out, or he'll pull your plug when you're old."
"I'll just love you more now, so when we're old, you can cover for me."
Channing pulled her into his arms and walked toward the living room. "I bought a few things. Want to take a look together?"
"What is it?"
Coralie looked toward the living room in confusion, her pupils dilating inch by inch when she saw the boxes littering the floor.
How could there possibly be this much baby stuff?!
Did Channing buy out the entire mall?

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