Ellen's POV

Having a nice lunch in a nice and luxurious french restaurant with my parents was one of my dreams come true. While we were eating, my phone had beeped with a message and I immediately wanted to reply to it, but mother held my hands.

I looked up at her with a confused stare. “What if it was Zeke giving his response concerning the pregnancy?” I asked.

“He too can wait. There really is no difference between himself and us now,” Father ...