Chapter Three
Hunter
When I admit to being Lennon’s husband, her parents become eerily quiet. Lennon’s mentioned her strict and traditional upbringing, and their stunned reactions are the first hint of that. They sit like statues in complete shock. I pull Lennon closer to me, and she lets out a nervous laugh before looking at me. For a second, I think I see panic flash in her eyes, so I lean over and place a sweet lingering peck on her lips, hoping to once again pull her out of her head and back to me. Kissing her feels so damn natural that I have to remind myself it’s all pretend even though I feel her shiver against me.
She’s clearly freaking out, and the hard news—telling them about the pregnancy—hasn’t even come out yet. Their response will determine if she talks about the baby now
