Nikki sat on the plush, incredibly soft living room couch, balancing a giant bowl of strawberry ice cream on her massive, nine-month pregnant belly.
In this universe, the sky outside their giant penthouse window was a normal, boring, beautiful blue. No space stations were crashing down, no radioactive wastelands, and definitely no giant metal Warlords fighting in the streets.
Nikki was not a genius Architect who fixed broken war machines. She was just a normal woman who owned a very popular, very messy bakery downtown. And her biggest problem right now was her husband, Adonis.
Adonis was still built like a brick wall. He was six-foot-five, with shoulders broad enough to block a doorway and piercing blue eyes that made grown men tremble. But instead of wearing indestructible titanium armor, he wore a sharp, custom-tailored dark blue suit.
