Chapter Thirty Eight

Adrien

"Why did it take you so long to get back?" Rosalie inquired upon my return.

"I met a client, and we got carried away talking. Sorry," I lied, avoiding the mention of my encounter with her father and stepmother knowing it would upset her. I'll need to dissuade my father from inviting the Truscotts, but knowing him, they'd be at the top of his guest list.

"It's fine. Thank you." She accepted her drink and took a sip. "Hmm, what a breath of fresh air."

"Aren't they done yet?" I asked.

"They're not window shopping, Adrien. This is childbirth," She laughed. "It takes time. Some kids just like to take their time.”

"How many hours have passed now?"

"Six hours," She responded. “Tired already? You just got here.”

"I'm not tired. I'm just not used to waiting. Was yours even longer?" I inquired.

"I think... Four hours? I have no idea," She shrugged. "I was in a coma for almost a week. Kevin and Zara were the ones who took care of the kids."

"And your mom?" The pain lingers eve