When I woke, Ana was gone.
The bed I was lying on was empty.
My first instinct was to panic but at the sound of Cronan’s thoughts in the kitchen, I felt my entire body relax. He was complaining internally about the big brute who’d already shamelessly approached him this morning, offering to hold our daughter. Zechariah was definitely on his s**t list.
When I rose from the bed, rubbing at my eyes, I was sore but not nearly as much as one would expect after such a hectic delivery. I was aware of the fact that my body had healed for the most part and found my once blurry thoughts finally coming through clear, concise.
Being pregnant had me in a haze of hormones, hunger, and exhaustion. I’d had so much happening with my body that I hadn’t even had the opportunity to wor
