Vivian's POV
The coffee nearly came shooting out of my mouth.
Robin stood across from me at the kitchen counter, her burgundy manicured fingers drumming against the marble surface. That permanent sneer stretched across her lips as she waited for my response.
I blinked hard, trying to process what she had just said. Did she really ask if Liam and I were planning to have children together?
"You heard what I said," she continued, her voice dripping with ice. "After your hasty wedding, I assumed pregnancy might be the logical next step. Especially after what I witnessed upstairs today."
Heat blazed up my throat. I wanted to tell her exactly where she could shove her assumptions. I wanted to call her every name in the book.
Instead, I looked down at my hands wrapped around the warm mug.
"About that," I mumbled, embarrassment flooding through me. "I apologize that you had to see us like that."
