The weeks that followed Elara's realization were filled with a joy she'd never thought possible.
Caleb treated her like she was made of glass—gentle, protective, constantly asking if she needed anything. It would have been annoying if it weren't so endearing. She caught him staring at her belly when he thought she wasn't looking, a look of wonder on his face that made her heart swell.
"You know," she said one evening, as he placed another log on the fire, "I'm not going to break. Women have been having babies since the beginning of time."
"I know." He came to sit beside her, pulling her close. "But this is our baby. Our miracle. I just want to protect you both."
She leaned into him, content. "We're lucky. To have this. To have each other."
"The luckiest." He pressed a kiss to her hair
