Lucas came home twenty minutes before his guests were due.
He showered, put on his nicest suit, inspected the table, and smiled.
« This looks incredible. »
Then he looked at me.
The smile disappeared.
« You’re not planning to sit with us tonight, are you? »
I blinked. « Why wouldn’t I? »
His eyes traveled slowly over my loose dress and postpartum stomach.
« Come on. You’re not exactly back in shape yet. »
For a moment, I couldn’t speak.