A hand reached out, plucking the glass from my fingers just as I was about to take a sip. I turned, startled, to find Leo standing beside me with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he said, bringing the cocktail to his own lips and draining it in one swift motion.
“Leo! I was going to drink that,” I protested, watching as he set the empty glass back on the bar.
His eyes fixed on mine with a mixture of concern and amusement. “Did you forget something important?”
I stared at him blankly for a moment before realization crashed over me. Pregnant. I was pregnant. Heat rushed to my face as I remembered that alcohol was off-limits now.
“Oh,” I said quietly, feeling foolish. “I completely forgot.”
Leo’s expression softened. “Good thing I was here then.”
“Thank you,” I said sincerely, grateful that he’d stopped me before I made a mistake. “I guess I’m still getting used to the idea.”
