53. ANGEL

“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 middle and then reached for me. I didn’t protest when he pulled me onto his lap. My body instantly relaxed against his. “I do mean it though,” he said softly. I sighed, rubbing my cheek against the soft cloth of his jacket over his heart. The organ was beating a mile a minute, almost matching mine. “I’ve been thinking,” I whispered. “Do you have a foster home for foster children?” Lucas was silent for a few minutes before he answered me. “Most of the children are usually taken in by family members. We’ve never had to deal with child