\u201cYeah,\u201d I said. \u201cI mean, Tristan and I. At his place.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A knowing smile crossed Orion\u2019s face. \u201cYou\u2019ve been staying there a lot lately.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI have,\u201d I admitted. There was no point in hiding it. \u201cIt just feels right, you know?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m glad,\u201d he said simply. \u201cYou deserve to be happy, little sister.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My throat felt tight. \u201cThanks, Ori.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He reached across the desk and squeezed my hand. \u201cSaturday work for you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSaturday\u2019s perfect,\u201d I said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After Orion left, I sat there for a moment, thinking about how we\u2019d tell them. It had to be right. This was big news, life changing news, and I wanted them to be there when we shared it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The afternoon passed slowly. I made another trip to Tristan\u2019s office around three, unable to help myself. He was on a call when I walked in, so I just settled on the small couch in the corner and\u00a0<\/p>\n
waited.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He wrapped up the call quickly and came over to sit beside me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss me?\u201d he asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlways,\u201d I said, leaning into him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We sat there for a while, just being close. It was nice not having to talk all the time, to just exist\u00a0<\/p>\n
in each other\u2019s space.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI invited Orion and Sarah over for Saturday,\u201d I said eventually. \u201cTo our place.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOur place,\u201d he repeated, and I could hear the smile in his voice. \u201cI like the sound of that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMe too,\u201d I said. \u201cI was thinking that\u2019s when we could tell them. About the baby.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pulled back to look at me. \u201cYeah?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
15.03 Fri, Jan 16\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 260\u00a0<\/p>\n
78%\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d I confirmed. \u201cI can\u2019t keep it from Orion much longer. And Sarah deserves to know too.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Derek?\u201d he asked. \u201cShould we invite him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I thought about it. Derek had been a good friend through everything with Seraphine and Daxon. He deserved to be included.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s invite him,\u201d I said. \u201cHe\u2019s part of our lives now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tristan nodded and pulled out his phone. \u201cI\u2019ll text them now. Need to send an official invite.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yep I get.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I watched as he typed out the messages, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. By this\u00a0<\/p>\n
time next week, people would know. Our secret would be out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDone,\u201d he said, setting his phone down. \u201cNow we just wait for responses.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His phone buzzed almost immediately. Then again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOrion says yes,\u201d Tristan said, reading the messages. \u201cSarah too. She\u2019s excited. Derek says he\u2019ll be\u00a0<\/p>\n
there.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019m sure Orion would have told Sarah.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d I said. \u201cThat\u2019s good.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
We sat there for another few minutes before I forced myself to get up. \u201cI should actually do\u00a0<\/p>\n
some work today.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably a good idea,\u201d he agreed. \u201cThough I\u2019m ot complaining about the interruptions.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I kissed him once more and headed back to myffice, my mind already planning for Saturday.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The rest of the week passed in a strange blur. Te symptoms Mara had described continued to ease, though I still found myself seeking out Tristan more often than not. But it was manageable\u00a0<\/p>\n
now, and I could actually focus on work for longer stretches.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I also noticed other changes. My breasts were tender and I was tired all the time. Small things\u00a0<\/p>\n
that I might not have noticed before but now seemed significant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
III\u00a0<\/p>\n
O\u00a0<\/p>\n
<\u00a0<\/p>\n
15:05 Fri, Jan 16 =\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 260\u00a0<\/p>\n
78%\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tristan was hovering constantly. Not in an annoying way, but in a way that showed how much\u00a0<\/p>\n
he cared. He made sure I ate lunch, that I wasn\u2019t lifting anything heavy, that I took breaks when I\u00a0<\/p>\n
looked tired.\u00a0<\/p>\n
On Wednesday, I was carrying a box of files back to my office when he practically materialized\u00a0<\/p>\n
out of nowhere.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me take that,\u201d he said, reaching for the box\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTristan, it\u2019s not heavy,\u201d I protested.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDoesn\u2019t matter,\u201d he said, already taking it from my hands. \u201cWhere are you going with this?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMy office,\u201d I said, exasperated. \u201cWhich is literally right there.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He carried it the twenty feet to my office anyway and set it on my desk. \u201cThere.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re being ridiculous,\u201d I said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m being careful,\u201d he corrected. \u201cThere\u2019s a difference.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wanted to argue, but the look on his face stopped me. He was scared, I realized. Scared that\u00a0<\/p>\n
something would happen to me or the baby.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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