Louis' POV
My grandmother met her gaze without flinching. She looked at Kelsey with a frightening gaze.
"Excuse us, Kelsey," she said, but even I heard the edge in her voice. "We'll call you when we need you. Kindly step out."
Kelsey stood.
Not gracefully. She rose like a petulant child pulled from a table before dessert, the displeasure rolling off her in waves she didn't bother to conceal. She said nothing but the way she crossed the room and pulled the door shut behind her said everything she didn't.
The sound of the slammed doors echoed across the room. I waited for one breath. Then I spoke.
"Alright." I shifted forward slightly, elbows moving toward my knees. "There's something else."
My grandmother turned toward me on the sofa, angling her body in my direction. I could feel her eyes on the side of my face, boring holes as she waited.
I looked at my grandfather.
Then I let the words land simply, "Claire is pregnant."
Silence.
