Havoc (Hostiles Sequel) 3/3

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Makenna was walking through the garden, diligently trying to make her way back into the house from the pool's sauna where she'd just had a very fruitful yoga and then massage session. Her back felt great, which was a feeling she had been deprived of in a long time. Lachlan had been quick to find a yoga instructor/masseuse to fend off any more anxiety attacks and her therapist Dr. Ruy had suggested that she write to Dionysius as a way of dealing with her anxieties around him. She had the smallest baby bump and she was irrevocably in love with it. She could see through the window that Lachlan and Lucas were in the kitchen, deep in angry discussion about something. Well, Lucas was angry, Lachlan was thinking deeply and calmly, both men were tense enough to not notice her zen wave at them. 

Whatever it was, she was too full of relief and zen to think anything of it. She opens the kitchen door. 

"...worse if she finds out from some bootleg Sherlock Holmes trying to..." Lucas was growling, coughing in the instance that he saw her walking in

Lachlan turns to face her, instantly replacing his thoughtful frown with a soft smile. She smiles back, slightly more curious now about the bootleg Sherlock Holmes. 

"Hey princess. How was yoga?" He asks in that tender calming silk tone that assured her that everything was going to be wonderful 

"Great. My back feels really good and I don't feel so swollen and bloated anymore." She chimes back, walking towards Lucas. 

Lachlan would be calm and unmoved and harder to crack...but Lucas... 

"Hi there. Has anyone ever told you you look like Chris Hemsworth?" She teases up at him, watching him chuckle and nod his head at that 

"I've had to sign a few autographs and fend off the paparazzi once or twice." Lucas cockily announces

"Just as I'm about to fend off your line of questioning by pretending I have to go somewhere. Bye Kenna." He adds, speedily making his escape from the kitchen with a blow of a kiss at her

She makes to protest, but it's too late. He's running off towards the main door and as zen as she felt, there was no running after him. She turns her gaze to calm collected Lachlan with his soothing voice and his sweet minty scent. He was studying her tenderly, as if measuring a delicate balance with the utmost precision. 

"We had an... enlightening... visitor while you were at yoga. I don't want you to worry about it." He states softly, his tone still calming and nonchalant

"Bootleg Sherlock Holmes?" she pries, leaning against the kitchen island and waiting for more information. 

He walks over to her, caressing her face in his palm and kissing her forehead. 

"Don't worry about it. Lucas took care of it." He assures her again, his thumb brushing against her cheek affectionately as he speaks softly

"All I need you to do is keep calm..." He coos

"And carry on." she chimes teasingly up at him, saluting him playfully

So an investigative journalist or something had wandered into Lovat to try and question her, probably about her marriage and the fact that she was staying with a Scottish Baron while married to a Greek tycoon. Would they have been able to tell she was pregnant if they caught a glimpse of her? That would be one way to break the news to her husband! Then again, she could always deny it... 

"Am I really that British?" He chuckles softly, pulling her in for a hug.

And carry on she did. 

It wasn't until the next week when Eva herself had shown up, looking quite shaken and flanked to the side by Lucas, that Makenna had to stop carrying on. Makenna had been coming from yoga in the pool shed's sauna when she found Eva and Lucas waiting for her by a garden bench. Eva had evidently found out some devastating news, but what threw Makenna completely off, was the fact that Eva was looking at her as if she should be the devastated one.