The moment Cyrus said those words, Isabella's heart seemed to miss one beat.
For a short moment, she only stared at him, and the firelight beside them kept moving over his red hair and tense face as if nothing serious had happened. But something serious had happened. She could hear it in his voice. She could see it in the way his pink eyes had changed. She could feel it in the way his palm remained pressed to her stomach without moving, as if he was trying to hold back whatever was happening inside her by sheer force.
"What do you mean, it may be starting?" Isabella asked carefully.
Her voice sounded calmer than she felt.
That annoyed her a little because her body had clearly decided to be dramatic before she had agreed to anything. One moment, she had been scolding Cyrus for hiding things from her, and the next moment, her stomach was tightening like the children inside had suddenly decided that this was the best time to start moving out.
Cyrus did not answer immediately.
