Lyra POV

He'd be such a good dad, Sonya mutters dreamily.

Keep your legs closed. We don't need a child right now, Lyra warns her wolf.

You; you; you don't want to say he looks hot. Sonya taunts her, and Lyra sighs aloud, tuning her wolf out.

"We should probably head to your office to grab the files," Andreas whispers to Lyra, and she reluctantly nods, stuffing the last half of her waffle into her mouth and standing up.

She grabs Andreas ' empty plate from in front of him and stacks it with hers, doing the same with the glasses before she walks towards the kitchen while chewing.

He...