Lucius's POV
That evening, after finishing the prenatal checkup with Miranda, I was stopped at a traffic light in the red limited edition 911, drawing stares and photos from passersby.
"I'm so happy, Lucius. Thank you for this," Miranda said, turning toward me with a smile.
I hadn't caught what she'd said, my mind elsewhere. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
She pouted playfully, but I could see genuine worry beneath her expression. "You've been distracted all day. Ever since we left the dealership, you've been checking your phone constantly."
Truth be told, I couldn't explain it myself.
"It's late. I'm just tired," I said, rubbing the spot between my eyebrows.
Miranda started to say something else, her tone tentative, but I wasn't in the mood to hear it.
Viya had been
