Elián;
"I KNOW I'm pregnant!" I snap at him, and he blinks at me in silence. Then he looks up at Zethar, and I exhale, because if this man says one more foolish thing this morning, I swear to God…
"Well…" Zethar begins as he nervously rubs the back of his neck like someone who's been put on the spot.
"Zerana did say symptoms might start early since you're carrying a unique baby." He adds, and my brows crease.
A unique baby!??
"And also…well…you're you." He concludes, and Zephan exhales and shuts his eyes like he's absolutely done with Zethar, which makes me the back to the man with creased brows.
"I'm me? What does that mean?" I demand, and both brothers share a look before speaking at once.
"You're sensitive…"
"You're intense…"
They both blurt, and my jaw drops.
They glare at each other, and I turn back to Zephan, who shifts back slowly.
"What I mean is… You feel things deeply. Like… sensitive in a good way." He speaks, looking over at his brother for help.
