Nevara
The hot water in the oversized marble tub lapped gently against my skin as I leaned back and closed my eyes. Dinner had been lovely—relaxed and full of laughter—but my mind kept drifting back to earlier that evening. The way Thoren’s entire face had softened when he found the sticky bun in the toy oven at his spot at the table. He had looked so big and powerful holding that tiny plastic tray, his expression one of pure wonder as he realized what it symbolized. Our family was growing. Our baby was already making its presence known in the sweetest ways.
I smiled, sliding a soapy hand over my still-flat stomach. Pregnant. With Thoren’s child. The thought still sent a thrill through me every single time.
I stayed in the bath until the water began to cool, then stepped out and wrapped
