Levi's POV
I stiffened the moment I caught her scent. Honey mixed with nutmeg, faint but unmistakable. Olivia was close. Louis must've realized it too because he stopped mid-sentence, his expression shifting. But the damage was already done.
I turned just in time to see her step out from the corner of the hallway, one hand resting protectively on her belly, her eyes wide and full of confusion.
"Olivia," I said quietly, my chest tightening.
She looked between us, her voice trembling but sharp. "What did you mean by that, Louis?"
Louis opened his mouth to answer, but I cut in quickly. "He didn't mean anything."
Her frown deepened. "That's not true." She turned to Louis, her gaze demanding. "You said he acts like he doesn't want Lennox to wake up. Why would you say that?"
Louis glanced at me, then back at her. "Oli, it's not—"
