“There’s something you should know,” he continued, his voice steady, deliberate. “Lena and I have decided to get married.”
Silence.
Not the comfortable kind. The kind that sucked all the oxygen out of the room.
Andrea’s coffee cup slipped from her fingers, clattering loudly against the saucer as she stared at her son like he had suddenly grown two heads.
“What…?” she breathed. “How…? When—?”
“We’re counting on your support, Mom,” Zayn went on calmly, as if he hadn’t just detonated a bomb. “We’d like the ceremony to take place before the birth of our children.”
That did it.
Andrea’s eyes rolled back as she became dizzy.
“Andrea!” Alexander barked, lunging forward just in time to catch her as she swayed. The room erupted into chaos—chairs scraping, voices overlapping, Lana swearing u
