Alma's pov
“Alma baby, aren’t you listening to me?” I snap up from the plate of food I have been staring at for the last five minutes and find my father's irritated sage eyes. We are sitting in the dining area of a restaurant that I wouldn’t have even afforded to get my foot into the door. Let alone a private room reserved for people that humans consider important.
“Yes, fa… Nicholas. I’m just tired….” I give him a fake smile trying not to show the fear of the man staring at me back like he is warning me to behave in front of the humans he is socializing with. They cosh the slightest from the significant tension hanging over the elegant dining room all of a sudden.
“Well, I understand that; after all, we are trying to have a baby.” He sounds like the warmest person ever from nowhere, li
