Braelyn's POV
The entire table went silent. Every pair of eyes at the table turned towards me, curiosity spilling over as they waited for my answer. Dominic was particularly curious about my questionable marriage to Raphael. It was as if Javier had asked the question that had always been on his mind.
A few of my nephews stared openly, their expressions filled with disbelief. One of them leaned slightly towards the other and whispered something I could not hear.
From the look on their faces, it was almost as if they could not believe the Voss family had produced a girl.
Margaret immediately stepped in, sensing the awkwardness. "Javier," she said firmly, "that was an inappropriate question. Do not make Lynn uncomfortable."
Javier shrank slightly in his chair, though his expression still looked confused more than guilty.
Before Margaret could continue scolding him, I spoke. "It's fine," I said quickly, giving a soft smile.
