"He's right." Zaque stated firmly, his expression serious as he stepped closer to his wife. "If this is upsetting you, then we'll talk to your mother ourselves. We'll find common ground. I'm sure your mother would change her mind if she knew that it's upsetting you."
He reached out and gently placed a hand on Coco's shoulder, his touch grounding. "Unless, of course, you want us to just let it be?"
Coco let out a small, wet sniffle, her eyes flickering between the men as she processed their offer, her hands instinctively moving to touch Zaque's stomach, making the mediator's expression soften,
During the last few weeks, Coco got a new habit.
Whenever she's feeling unwell, stressed, upset, or simply bored.. She would search for either the first or third husband so she could place her hand on their stomach.
It's how the husbands and the hybrid were able to tell what she was feeling at the moment.
