Nevara
Dinner started out… normal.
Or at least as close to normal as anything had felt in the past few days.
Everyone had settled into their usual places, the table filled with food that smelled far better than anything I had realized I was hungry for, and for a few blessed minutes the conversation stayed light, drifting between small things that didn’t carry the weight of politics or danger.
Then Jonas tilted his head slightly, looking between Thoren and me.
“What does pregnant mean?”
Every adult at the table stilled just a fraction.
I glanced at Thoren, who very deliberately took a sip of his drink like this was not his problem.
Coward.
I looked back at the boys, softening my expression.
“It means I’m going to have a baby,” I said.
That did not help.
Jonas frowned. Noah blink
