Lara
The moment Elijah and I stepped through the front door, I knew his parents hadn’t been expecting me.
His mother was sitting in a pale blue recliner, one hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. The moment her eyes landed on me, surprise flickered across her face.
“Elijah…” she said slowly. “What’s going on?”
There was something in her voice that made my stomach tighten.
Elijah didn’t hesitate.
“Lara and I have something we need to talk to you and Dad about.”
He reached for my hand.
His fingers closed around mine, warm and reassuring, and he guided me toward the three-seater sofa opposite his mother.
His father stood in the doorway, watching us carefully.
His mother’s hand moved protectively over her stomach as she glanced at her mate.
Elijah’s father crossed the ro
