Remington clearly had enough of her sarcastic comments. Without another word, he scooped her up, intending to tuck her into bed.

Instinctively, Lizetta wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering, "I really need a shower."

"No, you can't do that. The doc said you can't shower today," Remington firmly denied. "You're not a doctor."

"I asked the doctor!" he asserted with conviction, clearly having done his homework.

Lizetta felt a twinge in her heart.

She had thought Remington was like Hanna, only caring about whether Joy could save Joseph's life; and she thought that's why he chased her down. Maybe she had him all wrong.

After all, he didn't push Hanna to get tested and even took the time to ask the doctor about these precautions. It all told that he did care about the baby.

"I just want to wipe down a bit. I feel like I'm starting to stink," Lizetta muttered softly.

she planned to shower in the evening. However, after being rushed to the hospital and sweating out

Remington leaned in, deeply inhaling

away in embarrassment, "Stop

her slightly flushed ears, Remington felt his

and a raised eyebrow, he teased, "What's the rush? It's not like you're in front of your

on Twitter, though faceless, had indeed attracted a male following. She

on the bed, patting her head, and

her head away, muttering, "Not for

mad; instead, he let

for it. In twenty-three days,

even when that day comes, I won't be there. Give up on the idea of divorce," Remington said, then ruffled

a double meaning, from not wanting

had everything under

barely at

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