09-08-2017, 03:48 AM
That look. Dave knew something had to be wrong. He looked at Noah with worry. "Noah......? Please, is it... time?" His voice was even trembling a little, his hand landing on the tuxedo wrapped belly and asked, quite sure the man he was conversing with wouldn't have a clue what he was saying. He weighed his options and considered if he could call off the banquet and retire early with his husband, already glancing around wanting to find the prime minister.