Gratitude

After managing to tug Julien towards the couch, Elsida meets his curious gaze and she lets out a heavy breath and clasps her hands in his.

“Julien we.. we have a son,” she rasps.

Julien’s hands go still in hers. His thumb pauses its caress against the back of her palm and his eyes narrow slightly.

“I'm not following El,” he rasps.

“We have a son, Julien,” Elsida croaks, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she holds his confused gaze.

Julien freed his hands from her grip and he pulled back slightly. His jaw ticked and his gaze flicked between Elsida’s as though he was searching for a lie.

“I'm going to need more details Elsida because believe it or not this is very difficult for me to wrap my head around,” he drawled sharply.

Elsida felt the sting of his words in her gut and her gaze wandered to the couch. “It happened the first time we had sex, eleven years ago.”

Julien’s jaw hardens and his gaze becomes unreadable. His hands clutch her chin softly forcing her gaze to meet his azur