Andreas POV

"Can you imagine if we had a baby?" Andreas asks dreamily, speaking more to himself than her.

We? Excuse me? It would be us having the baby, Sonya argues irritably.

"Sonya doesn't like your phrasing," Lyra comments lazily, glancing over at him with a hand shading her eyes.

"Fine. Can you imagine a child we created?" He rephrases with a grin, his whole body turned sideways and facing her.

His tan is going to be so uneven, Sonya comments.

"It would be so dominant it would be ridiculous," Lyra responds, and Andreas releases a puff of air.

His grin has turned to a frown, and Lyra quickly sits...