“You look good with a baby in your arms.”

I glared at Lucas which only made his smile widen.

We were stuck in the car somewhere in town with protesters surrounding us. They were yelling and slamming their fists on the car but so far nobody had tried anything back.

“I’m trying to distract you.”

“And here I thought you just had the worst timing to start a serious conversation,” I muttered.

Chuckling, Lucas scooted across the seat until he sat in the ...