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Lia:Marcel did not want me to leave the room the next morning.He hadn’t said it outright at first. He simply watched me as I dressed, his expression unreadable but heavy. The possessiveness was still there, quieter than before, but sharpened by what had passed between us.“You don’t need to go anywhere today,” he said finally.“I do.”His eyes narrowed slightly. “If this is about my mother…”“It’s not.”That much was true.There was something that I knew that I needed to take care of, and I knew that I didn’t want him to know about either. He didn’t know about the panties that I found in his room, and after last night, I knew that nothing happened the other night.It was a game being played, and I knew that I was going to need to end it before they tried to make something out of it.He stepped closer, fingers brushing my wrist before I could pull my sleeve fully into place. “Then tell me what it is.”“I’ll handle it,” I replied calmly. “I don’t want you to worry,”His jaw tightened.

Lia:By the time I finished fastening the last clasp of my underdress, Marcel was already watching me.He hadn’t said anything yet, but I could feel his gaze tracing every movement. Not suspicious. Not irritated.Protective.The early light filtered through the curtains, catching the faint curve of my stomach as I reached for the outer layer of my gown. It wasn’t dramatic yet, just enough to alter the way the fabric fell.“Come here,” he said quietly.I turned without argument.“I used to enjoy wearing jeans and shirts, and now I am constantly wearing dresses.” I muttered, making him chuckle.“You look beautiful either way.” He said gently.He stepped behind me, large hands settling at my waist before sliding up to take the laces. His fingers were far more careful than they had been months ago, deliberate, mindful not to pull too tight.“You’re slower this morning,” he observed.“I’m growing two humans,” I replied calmly. “I’m allowed to be slower. Plus, I keep being told that I need

Lia:Luna Isobel walked us to the door herself.She did not touch Marcel, nor did she try to prolong the farewell. But her eyes lingered on him, not searching, not demanding. Just grateful.“I’m glad you both came,” she said quietly. “I know that you might not have wanted to, but thank you for coming.”Marcel inclined his head once.Nothing more.But it was more than he had given her in months.She turned to me next, her expression softening. “Rest well. And eat. Your body is going to be burning a lot more in the next few months, and you are going to need to allow it the nourishment that it needs.”“I will,” I promised. “Thank you for the invitation, Luna Isobel.”She simply smiled and I watched as her gaze drifted briefly to my stomach again before she stepped back, allowing us to leave.The doors closed behind us with a muted sound. The corridor felt cooler than her chambers, holding a sense of calmness that I didn’t think would exist. But I also knew that a heavy weight was lifted

Lia:Marcel’s hand had grown used to resting there.Even when he didn’t realize it, his palm would settle against my stomach as if it belonged there, protective, grounding, claiming something that was already his.It had been a few more months now.There was no hiding it anymore.My body had changed in ways that were impossible to ignore. The curve was full and undeniable, my movements slower, my back protesting if I stood too long. The twins were strong, and I could feel them moving around a little more than I expected to. An assurance that they were okay and that they felt me with each passing second.Marcel knelt in front of me now, his large hand spread gently over the side of my stomach.“Wait,” I murmured softly. “There.”He stilled immediately.For a second, nothing.Then… a firm kick.His eyes widened slightly, the smallest flicker of awe breaking through his usual composure.“They’re getting stronger,” he said quietly.“They are,” I replied with a faint laugh. “And they’re us

Lia:Aria had stopped sounding like an advisor and started sounding like a mother.“I thought I would break,” she admitted, her fingers loosely folded over the parchment in front of her. “Not physically. Just… emotionally. Everyone watched me like I was glass. Like one wrong breath would shatter something. Dominic always feared that something might happen to me, but I couldn’t blame him either… I think that I almost broke his hand while I was pushing.”I smiled faintly.“That must have hurt.” I said, and she laughed.“Not as much as pushing a human out of you.” She said, making my heart drop. I looked down at my stomach and she smiled, putting her hand on my knee. Both she and Dominic were one of the few who knew that I was carrying twins, and she’s been there for me since. “Don’t worry, it is going to be worth it when you hold them in your arms. They are going to be that blessing, and that pain is going to be the bitter sweet moment of it,”“Does it ever become less painful?” I asked