james gray legacy


“Maddie, is there a reason you’ve not touched the food?” Valentina fussed, eyeing her daughter with worry. “Do you want me to make something else?”

Her youngest daughter waved her away. “I’ve just had these horrendous braxton hicks all day. They’re making me feel so sick.” She pulled a face and picked at her plate. “I’m sure it’s delicious,” she added, apologetically. 

Asa’s eyes snapped to her.

“You didn’t tell me that,” he frowned at her. She shrugged.

“It’s nothing. I get them all the time. They’re just getting particularly bad now, especially this afternoon.”