Lara
Elijah and I arrived at his house and the first thing I noticed when we entered his home was how surprised his parents looked to see me there with him.
“Elijah… what’s going on?” his mother asked quietly from where she was sitting on a light blue recliner chair.
“Lara and I have something we need to talk to you and dad about,” Elijah replied, as he took my hand in his and led me over to a three-seater sofa that was directly opposite to his mothers’ recliner chair.
His mother placed a hand over her swollen belly and looked over to where Elijah’s father was standing in the doorway. As I watched, Elijah’s father walked over to where his mother was sitting and gently took her hand in his. Looking to Elijah, his father asked, “What’s this about son?”
“Lara and I are mates,” Elijah
