HARPER
Julian and I froze as soon as Lila finished speaking. We exchanged a glance before turning to her.
She clutched her plushie tightly to her chest, her brows creased. On her small face, I saw worry. The kind that shouldn't live on a child so young.
Julian let go of me immediately, and I grimaced as Lila tilted her head to the side, clearly waiting for an answer.
Of all the people who could have interrupted us, it had to be her. Even though this was probably the first time she had seen us argue so heatedly, Lila was inquisitive. Too inquisitive for her own good. And when an answer didn't sit right with her, she wouldn't let it go until she was satisfied.
"Are you?" she asked again.
I moved toward her, but Julian beat me to it.
"Of course not, baby," he said, lifting her into his arms. Then, lowering his voice, he turned to me with a hardened gaze. "Mommy and I are just having adult talk."
"Yes, sweetheart," I added with a smile.
