Macey and her large belly were seated on the couch behind them. Julius insisted she sit and relax while he got their snacks in order. He had already brought them drinks. The twins’ juices sat on a pair of coasters with straws tucked in the glasses. They were allowed them on the promise they would be careful not to spill. Seeing Aria’s worried gaze, Macey shifted, looking over her shoulder to see Julius frozen mid-step and pale as a ghost.
“Julius?” Macey asked. “Julius, what is wrong?”
Her voice stirred him from his stupor. His blank gaze drifted to hers, and he let the memory slip away. Julius licked his lips, wanting to say something to put them both at ease, but found himself without a voice. What could he say to her after he had been so stupid?
“Julius, are you okay?” Macey asked ag
