She stepped into our home like a visitor, but I knew better. She wouldn’t leave. Her presence was permanent. My eyes narrowed as I caught the unmistakable curve in her belly. It was something her clothes could no longer hide.
"Did you get the room beside ours ready?" Darius asked again.
I took the shopping bags from him. "Let her stay in our room. It’s more comfortable there," I said without looking at him.
I heard her gasp softly. I don’t know if she’s faking it because how could she be shock for something she surely…expected?
“Luna, I... I can’t stay in your bedroom...”
“You’re carrying his child. You’ve shared his bed already. Surely, a bedroom isn’t where you draw the line,” I replied.
I turned to walk away when Darius grabbed my arm. That used to shock me. That used to make me cry. But not anymore. I had become stone.
"What is with your attitude? If Sasha gets too emotional, it might harm the baby," he snapped.
My jaw clenched. That tone, that protectiveness, used to be mine. He used to look at me like that. Now he was shielding someone else. From me.
“I’ll handle it,” I muttered and left them.