Lucian’s pov
"She can't be f*****g pregnant," Liam muttered, his hands ripping through his hair as he paced the room. Confusion and disbelief distorted his face. "I mean, how long has she even known that guy for her to just get pregnant? This is so f*****g crazy."
"It's already done," I said, leaning against the doorframe. My forearm throbbed beneath the bandages, a dull reminder of the agony that was waiting to return. "So, what the hell are we going to do?"
"I don't know. Get rid of the baby," he said flatly.
My left eyebrow raised sharply. I stared at him, my jaw tightening. "You can't be f*****g serious."
"I was joking, obviously," he rolled his eyes, though his tone wasn't convincing at all. He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his weight. "I just feel like it’s a little weir
