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184: The King Comes Home to His Queen

Author: TheLadyAthena
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-26 09:13:05

Delilah’s POV

MONTHS LATER…

The hospital room was quiet except for the rhythmic hum of the machine beside me. The gel on my belly felt cold, but I didn’t care. The moment the tiny blur appeared on the monitor, I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt.

“Okay,” the doctor said kindly, turning the screen so I could see better. “There’s your little one—perfect heartbeat, perfect size for about four months and a few weeks. Everything looks healthy, Mrs. Weston.”

I laughed softly, blinking away tears. “He’s not just perfect, he’s adorable.”

I grabbed my phone from the table and pressed the video call button. It took only a few seconds before Thorne’s face filled the screen. His tired, rugged, beautiful in that brooding way that made my heart twist.

“Hey,” he said, his voice deep and warm, eyes softening when he saw me. “God, I missed that face.”

“Forget my face,” I teased, angling the camera toward the monitor. “Look at this. Isn’t it cute? I mean, it’s small, but look.”

He leaned closer to his cam
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