At the Blackridge family, two months had passed since the six-month celebration.
Aria was now eight months pregnant.
Every morning, the first thing she noticed was the weight of her stomach. It had become difficult to move quickly, but she did not complain. She had reached a point no woman before her had managed to reach. She believes it was the bloodline that she was carrying that's making it difficult for her to carry.
Eight months.
The healers checked her twice a day. Each time, they found the same thing.
The baby was strong.
“She is doing better than we expected,” one healer said after another examination.
The Luna smiled. “You sound surprised.”
“I am. We have never seen a pregnancy this stable at this stage.”
Aria heard them from the bed and smiled proudly.
She had heard th
