Third Person POV
“That was delightful. I love your voice when you sing” he complimented her as her cheeks blushed bright red.
“Lucian” Rosalie exclaimed “I didn’t realize you were listening,” she said a little ashamedly.
She had gotten so lost in the music, that she had failed to hear the sound of his footsteps outside the door. She had been engrossed in singing to her unborn child, putting all her heart and soul into it, letting free her emotions in the only way she knew how to express herself fully.
Lucian frowned. Rosalie looked unbelievably nervous. Was it because he’d overheard her singing or was there more to it? He came closer and kissed her on the forehead, holding her tightly as she leaned against him, drawing comfort from his strong and sleek body.
“What’s wrong?” he mur
