Lucas closed the door behind him with more dignity than should've been possible for someone still buttoning his coat with one hand and holding a paper bag of prenatal supplements in the other. He adjusted his sunglasses, unnecessary indoors but strategically shielding, and ignored the way his heart was hammering in his chest like it was trying to telegraph the news before his mouth could.
Trevor was waiting on the bench just outside the medical office, one ankle crossed over his knee, scrolling through something on his phone with that infuriating calm he always wore when he knew. He looked up the moment Lucas appeared and stood in one smooth movement.
He didn't ask.
