"Darian, are you good?" Lena passed him a cup of coffee. She had noticed the nervousness in his expression since she woke up, he had been roaming from the bedroom down to the living room. Sometimes, he drifted off while she was talking to him, it had been that way for days now and he refused to tell her what was going on with him. It bothered her.

"Yes, I am." He downed the coffee, lowering the cup on the dining table. He stood up and caught Lena's arms. "What makes you think I am not fine?" He asked, kissing her cheeks lightly. He traced his fingers to her belly,...