Ronan’s POV
Fiona seems to have overestimated her strength. We didn’t even get to run half of the woods before she started whining about her leg. I found it funny.
“Why do you keep chuckling to yourself?” She pouted leaning into me as we walked back to the house.
I coughed lightly, “i just can’t help it. You were so energized when we were going that I thought the woods will beg for you to stop running.”
“Its the pregnancy. Not me.” Fiona defended.
Humming in response, i rubbed at her back. “Yes, you said that the first time.”
She nudged me in the rib with her elbow. “It’s obvious you are mocking me. I am one of the best runners back in my village. Everyone knowd how much i can move on my hind legs. I just feel heavy and weak because of the baby in me.”
Isla greeted us shyly a
