chapter forty four

**Emily Parker's POV**

I woke up earlier with the same anxiety as always; it seems like the days are passing more slowly, and it's torture.

"Why do you do this to me?" Tyler asked, lifting his head from the pillow, still half-asleep.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," I said calmly.

"Then go back to sleep."

"I can't, I've lost sleep already," I shrugged and got out of bed.

"I think it's good; I want to take you for a walk today."

"And where are we going?" I asked.

"First, we're going to a spa that has the best massages for pregnant women, and then we'll have dinner at the best restaurant in town."

"Just the two of us?"

"Yes, my love, just the three of us," he said, smiling. In quick movements, he got out of bed, kissed my belly, and went to the bathroom.

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"Wait, is it a man doing the massage?" Tyler asked the receptionist the same question for the second time.

"Yes, sir, it's the masseur who will be doing the massage," she replied, presumably making a great effort not to snap at h