CXV

"Jesus, Lyla, I only took one fry off your plate." Milana gawked, wide-eyed, and a little stunned.

Recognizing that she had barked at her friend, Lyla took a deep breath, looking sheepish. She was tired, having been woken up and dragged upstairs when all she wanted was more rest.

Kieran had insisted she go see her sky, claimed he'd had special food prepared and Milana waiting as company. "I'm sorry, Milana. But if you touch another piece of my food, I might have to kill you. I can't help it."

Milana snickered, tutting, "Sweet little Lyla is all knocked up and nuts. Come on now, show me the baby bump."

Since that painful conversation with Kieran, everything seemed to keep coming back to the pregnancy... as if he were maneuvering her into a position where she had to speak on it over and over and over. Green eyes looked down at her cotton dress and the tiny bulge that had only just begun to show. "There is nothing to see yet."