Lyra POV

"Where are you going? We need to go to the meeting," she protests, her eyebrows raised.

"We're early, let's grab a snack. We don't want your sugars to drop," he shrugs, and she sighs.

"I suppose you are right. Let's go," she nods, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

As soon as they walk into the dining hall, balloons fly at them, which Andreas thought was safer than everyone screaming suddenly at the heavily pregnant woman.

Lyra frowns, furrowing her brows, as she pushes one of the balloons out of the way of her sight.

Her jaw drops open, and she clutches onto Andreas for support once the balloons reach the...