Mara
As Lucian disappeared down the hallway, the weight of silence settled over the house like a blanket. I turned to head upstairs, longing for the comfort of our bed, when Tiffany’s voice gently tugged me back.
I groaned softly—half asleep, half annoyed. It wasn’t intentional. Still, when I turned to look at her, the flicker in her eyes told me she’d caught it.
“Sorry, Tiff,” I murmured, rubbing my eyes. “Lucian woke me. I’m not fully awake right now.”
She gave me a knowing smile. “Your hormones are all over the place?”
I chuckled tiredly and nodded. “Exactly.”
“I’ve been there. It gets better after the first trimester—though it doesn’t feel like it now. You just have to ride the waves,” she said, turning to go.
Something in her tone tugged at me. “Wait… you called out to me earli
