The guests cheer wildly, glasses raised high in the air as people begin gathering closer together. The energy in the room shifts from wild partying to a warm, collective anticipation.
Locke steps up behind me, his broad chest presses solid against my back, his heavy arms wrapping around my waist, enveloping me completely. I lean back against him with a soft, contented sigh, resting my head against his shoulder.
"Having fun, baby?”
"The best time," I whisper back. "It feels so good to have everyone here. Safe, happy, and celebrating."
Locke’s eyes soften as he looks down at me, his hand resting warm and heavy flat against my lower stomach through my clothes. "You look beautiful tonight, Zara. Radiant."
I flush under his intense gaze, my hand coming up to cover his hands over my belly.
