Lunch with Julian felt different—lighter, warmer, threaded with a quiet excitement only Kya understood. She kept touching her stomach without realizing it, her smile soft and secretive.
Reginald watched them for a moment, eyes narrowing with the intuition only old men possessed. Then he cleared his throat dramatically.
“Well,” he said, pushing himself up with his cane, “I suddenly remembered I have a show to watch. Very important. Can’t miss it.”
Julian raised a brow. “Grandpa, you don’t even watch daytime TV.”
Reginald ignored him entirely and called for his nurse. “I do now. Come along, dear. I have a program to catch.”
The nurse hid a smile as she helped him out of the room.
Julian shook his head. “He’s not subtle.”
Kya laughed softly. “He’s trying.”
When they were finally alone
