The past week had been the most frustrating seven days of my life. I knew the triplets were scared, and I knew they loved me, but their protection was starting to feel like a cage made of silk. I couldn't even walk to the bathroom without at least one of them trailing behind me like a giant, worried shadow.
"Elena, sit down," Alaric said for the tenth time that morning. I had merely reached for a glass of water on the kitchen counter.
"I am just getting water, Alaric," I said, huffing as I pulled the glass away from him.
"You shouldn't be stretching your arm like that," Killian growled from the doorway. He was leaning against the frame, his arms crossed over his chest. "The doctor said you need to keep your heart rate down."
"The doctor said I could start light activity three days ago!
