[Araya's POV]
Two weeks pass since the sisters' warning.
Araya's belly continues to grow, the swell undeniable now. She's almost four months along, and the baby makes its presence known with flutters of movement that take her breath away.
Training continues, modified but relentless. Ronan pushes Araya hard, but he's careful now. No shifting. No sparring that could harm the baby. Instead, he focuses on strategy, tracking, endurance.
And proximity.
Araya notices it first during tracking lessons. Ronan stands closer than necessary, his massive frame towering over her as he points out signs in the forest. His hand brushes hers when demonstrating knife techniques. His breath is warm against her neck when he corrects her stance.
The heat that sparked between them weeks ago hasn't faded. If
