"We need to tell him."
The first wife declared.
For a moment, no one spoke.
The words sounded simple, but they carried weight. They weren't just talking about news anymore. They were talking about a future.
A… fragile future.
A future that could be hurt with a single mistake.
Felberta's gaze moved around the room, meeting each pair of eyes one by one. She didn't rush. She didn't force a smile either.
"We cannot hide it. Not from him."
Then, she looked at Amaya and—
"And not from ourselves."
She spoke.
Amaya's jaw tightened, but she didn't look away.
Felberta continued.
"A child isn't a secret. A child is… a responsibility."
Her voice turned firmer.
"A living piece of Nux.
A living piece of… us.
If something happens, if we make even a single mistake, we will regret it for the rest of our existence."
Skyla swallowed; those words felt… much heavier than she expected. Lane's fingers curled into the edge of her sleeve.
