Claire's POV
As we drove home from the clinic, Lucius became ridiculously overprotective. He drove slower than usual, kept asking if I was comfortable, and even insisted on helping me out of the car like I was made of glass.
Once we got home, he wouldn't leave me alone—fluffing pillows I didn't need, asking if I wanted water every two minutes, and practically jumping whenever I moved on the couch.
"You should still go on your business trip," I said. "I'll be fine at home. I promise to call if anything feels... weird."
Lucius watched me closely, making me uncomfortable. "But...."
"Aren't you always concerned about pack business and company management?" I cut him off. "I can take care of myself!"
"Claire, this is different. You're carrying my pup, and after what Dr. Reyna
