#Chapter 223- On the Approach

Ethan Something about Fiona feels off. Her smile is strained, and when I try to poke at her mind, she has her mental shield up. She hasn’t put that up much with me recently, but maybe all this is a bit much. I don’t like seeing her standing so stiff and acting like nothing is wrong when clearly there is something. We greet the next couple who offers us congratulations for our pregnancy, and as the woman presses a little pouch into Fiona’s hand, I feel another shift in the air. I may not be able to get into her head, but I can tell she is tense. Her scent tells me she’s worried but trying to hide it. She had said she was ready to make these announcements, but did she feel pressured? Internally, a growl vibrates through me, and I wonder if she had lied about being ready. Like she can hear my thoughts, Fiona looks up, her brows creasing in the middle. A silent question. “If everyone will wait a moment, my mate and I will return shortly,” I announce, smiling at the few guests