The Model Husband

***Hazel***

Alec must’ve noticed the way my shoulders curled inward, the way my hand hovered protectively over my stomach.

“Alright,” he said suddenly, clapping his hands once. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?” I asked weakly.

“Outside. Before you pass out or stab someone. Logan—come on.” He hooked an arm around my shoulders, steering me gently away. “Let’s go for a smoke.”

“I don’t smoke,” I protested