When he didn't respond, Lucy wasn't sure how to interpret it. She felt lost and unsure in ways she never had before and certainly didn't feel like she could trust her own judgment anymore. And she couldn't seem to shake that impending sense of doom, that something else awful was about to happen.
Bleeding hell, she couldn't believe where she was in her life. Her career was tanked, and she might be pregnant. How could it get worse?
She'd completely forgotten about her wards and floor, though, so when the knock sounded at her door, she startled. Standing from where she'd been curled up on the couch, she pulled her knit sweater tighter around herself and padded over to the door in her bare feet. Her sweater fell just below the hem of her cotton sleep shorts, leaving her legs exposed, though it wasn't a conscious choice. Lucy opened the door, her stomach knotting up impossibly more when she saw him on the other side.
"Hi,"she breathed. "Come in." She stepped back so he could come in, then closed the door. "Oh, umm here, let me take those." She grabbed the coffees that were hovering near his head and set them on the counter. Not sure what to do then, her fingers fidgeted with the ends of her sleeves.