Children.
The thought came first and hit hardest.
At once, her hand moved unconsciously toward her stomach beneath the table.
Cyrus noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
He had already been watching her too closely from the beginning, the way he always did these days. The moment she went still, the moment her breathing changed, the moment her fingers moved differently, his eyes were already on her face.
"Is something wrong?" he asked softly.
His voice was low, but that one sentence still made several people at the table glance over.
Isabella lifted her eyes and looked at him.
For one second, she almost answered honestly.
Then she stopped.
Because no.
Not yet.
So she only said, "No."
Cyrus did not relax.
That was because her answer and her body did not match at all. Her voice had been calm, but her eyes had changed too much. So he looked at the bowl, then at her face again, and asked more gently, "Do you not like it?"
Isabella still did not answer.
