Over the next several days, the boys did what they could for me and the child growing inside of me. They set up interviews with midwives trying to find the right one to ensure I was well cared for. They finally settled on a kind older man who was a half-demon himself. He had hope for me that we could make the whole thing smoother with the right medicine and care. The boys agreed to whatever he needed.
They talked to the staff about a good place for a nursery in the mansion. They sent people to get things to fill it. I was in there now laying things out and putting things away in their new places. I sat in the rocking chair in the room with a soft smile. They had really embraced the idea so fast. I have been so tired lately, though. My doctor told me that was normal during the early stages
