Kavira POV
“We’ve grown rather fond of him,” Ravelyn admitted as he dropped onto the couch. I followed, taking a seat beside him, while Vorian settled in next to me.
“How are you feeling, Elandra?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Better,” she said, her voice warm as she gazed down at Lucien with pure devotion. “It was a rough delivery, but he was worth every second. How about you? How are you holding up these days?”
“Horrible,” I confessed, slumping back. “I throw up every morning, and my energy is nonexistent.”
Vorian took Lucien from my arms, balancing him carefully on his crossed leg. With the baby’s tiny fists waving free, Vorian distracted him by gently playing with his hands.
“I remember that stage,” Elandra said. “Mine eased up after about twelve weeks.”
“I wish mine would vanis
