Olivia's POV
The Next Morning
I was in the kitchen fixing a snack for my growing belly when I heard the slow, rhythmic thump-drag of Levi's footsteps. He was still refusing the wheelchair, determined to walk even if it killed him.
He made it to the sunroom and sank into a chair, looking utterly exhausted. A moment later, I saw Lyra and Lana walk in. They were stiff, their little hands clenched at their sides. Levi looked up, his sea-blue eyes instantly filling with a guarded hope.
"Good... good morning, girls," Levi rasped, his voice hesitant.
Lyra took a deep breath, looking like she was about to swallow a lemon. She walked over and stood two feet away from him.
"Good morning... Father Levi," she said, the words forced but clear. "Did you... did you sleep okay?"
