Selena’s POV
The next morning, I found Lena in the garden sitting on the bench she had spent so many hours being intimate with Lucien. She had lost color in her face and dark circles beneath her eyes that indicated she had spent the night crying more than sleeping.
"May I join you?" I asked softly, holding a tray with herbal tea and light breakfast items.
She nodded without meeting my eyes, her hand curled protectively over the small bump that had not yet begun to show.
“I brought some ginger tea,” I said, perching on her. "It helps with morning sickness. This recipe was taught to me by one of the midwives in Scotland hundreds of years ago.”
“Thanks,” she murmured, taking the cup I held out to her.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, me allowing her to adjust to the tranquility whi
