138. A FAMILY DINNER?

"Darian," Lena called. She had noticed how he trailed off when she was talking to him about the reports she got from the Doctor earlier at the hospital. He looked at her with an expressionless face. "What's wrong with you?" She lowered the baby's onesie on the bed and sat next to Darian.

"Lena," he called dryly.

"What happened when I was away? Did you talk with Isabella?"

"Yes, I did," Darian replied. "She wants to leave the house."

"Why would she want to leave the house? Did you say anything that prompted that decision?" She glared at him, knowing what Darian could do.

He shook his head, narrowing his eyes on her. "I wanted to have a conversation with her and the first thing she said to me was that she wanted to leave the house."

"Is that why you are moody?"

"No, Lena. I am not moody, I am fine. There is a lot on my mind. But come here," He motioned to his lap. She crawled into his lap and rested her head on his back.

"What's it that you are thinking about, my love?"

Darian chuckled