Fiona blinked, caught off guard. What's happening?
Liam had never done this before—never sought comfort in this way. He was always composed, the one who carried the weight of others, never letting it show. But now…
She could feel the tension in his body, the silent burden pressing down on him.
"I went to Joanne's…" he whispered, his hand carefully resting on her belly. His fingers twitched a bit as if he was expecting something stressful.
Fiona's fingers instinctively combed through his hair, a soft and soothing motion. "You went to Joanne's?" she asked gently.
Liam let out a slow breath, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Yeah," he admitted. Then, after a pause, he added, "I wanted to tell you first before you heard it from someone else…"
