A room at the Arms Hotel

[izzyalienqueen]

An unfamiliar bed plus an almost eight months pregnant body meant Isabel hadn't gotten the best night's sleep. Then again, she hadn't had a decent night's sleep since the small person had taken up tap dancing on her kidneys.

With a yawn and a quick mental review of exactly how long it was till her due date, she rolled over and poked Wyatt. "Your son would like breakfast."