That night, instead of having fun, Connor was in the corner, silent and thinking over as he drank his cocktail while remembering how secretive his wife is when it comes to her safety. She would take on a lot of dangerous missions. Now that she's pregnant, he doesn't want her to go there. Is he an asshole to intervene with that? He exhaled slowly as he couldn't get it off his mind.
"Hey, what's up?" Victor approached him.
"Hey," Connor nodded his head.
"What are you worried about? That my sister would run off your wedding?"
"Nope. That's the least that I am worried about." Connor mumbled. "She loves me and our daughter and she's pregnant. She won't cancel our wedding. Besides, she looked too excited and busy with all of the preparations."
"Then, what are you worried about?" Victor asked as he brought the mouth of the glass to his lips.
