Adrian sat on the living room couch, his hand resting protectively on his swollen stomach as his eyes flickered back to the clock on the wall. It was already past midnight, and neither Ethan nor Leclair had returned. His heart pounded with anxiety, a feeling that intensified with every second of silence.
"Why aren't they home yet?" Adrian muttered under his breath, gripping his phone tightly.
Augustin sat beside him, fidgeting, equally concerned. "I'm sure they're fine," he tried to reassure Adrian, but his own voice trembled slightly. "Maybe they got caught up in some work?"
Adrian nodded, but the knot of worry in his chest only tightened. "I'm calling Mathew," he said decisively, dialing the number. The phone rang a few times before Mathew picked up.
"Adrian?" Mathew's voice sounded groggy, like he'd just woken up.
"Mathew, Ethan hasn't come home yet. It's already midnight. Do you know where he is?" Adrian asked, his voice filled with tension.
