Elena’s P.O.V

“Here,” Landon held out a steaming cup in front of my face.

“What is it?” I took the cup from him and took a whiff of the scents inside the cup. “Hot chocolate?”

Landon took his seat beside me as we waited to board our plane and spread his hand at the back of my chair. “I got it because it’s one of your favorites.” He said. “I’m not sure if your pregnancy has affected that.”

“No, it hasn’t.” I shook my head and took a small sip, careful not to burn myself. “I can’t have red meats though, or fish. Eggs and chicken seem to be the...