Night had nearly fallen as we pulled up to the house. Talon cut the engine, and we both just sat there for a minute, bathed in silence. He was the first to break it, reaching out to squeeze my hand. “You hungry?”
I shook my head, the weight of the day pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. “Not really,” I murmured, staring out at the tree line as the sun dipped behind it. My stomach was still in knots, though the tension had eased slightly after talking to Jake.
Talon didn’t push. He just nodded, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of my hand. “You should try to eat something,” he said quietly, his voice low and steady. “For the baby.”
I turned to look at him, his face shadowed in the dimming light. His green eyes were soft but intense, always watching, always protective. He
