Elsa
The journey to Oak Pack was long, stretching out like an endless road into the unknown.
We stopped often—mostly because of me and my ever-demanding bladder.
Being six months pregnant came with its own challenges, and frequent bathroom breaks were one of them.
I was thankful for the patience of the group. Lucas, ever the sweetheart, had thought ahead and packed a bounty of sandwiches, along with soda, water, and juice to keep me well-fed and hydrated.
It was a small comfort, but one that warmed my heart.
Lucas would check on me often, his hand brushing lightly over my growing belly as he asked if I was feeling okay. What surprised me most was that Adam allowed it without so much as a flicker of jealousy.
It felt like a truce had been called between them, a silent understandin
