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“Wait...” Avery halted Lysander by tugging on his shirt from behind. He turned around frowning, “What’s wrong?” He enquired moving forward to put his hands on her upper arms, encouraging her to talk.
“Umm...is there going to be meat on the dining table?” She was munching on her bottom lip looking so shy and out of place, Lysander found it beyond adorable.
“f**k, it totally skipped my mind. All they eat is meat. Let me get it cleared up.” He cursed under his breath and was ready to leave but her small hand on his arm stopped him again.
“First, language. Because your baby hears everything you say. Secondly, I don’t want to disturb them. I’ll just eat some melon and toast upstairs if that’s okay?” She admonished him softly, a little voice in her mind telling her not to be too comfor
