The mansion's study had transformed into a makeshift classroom over the past few days, sunlight filtering through the tall windows onto the mahogany desk piled with my sociology textbooks, notebooks, and Elias's laptop displaying lecture slides he'd somehow procured from my professors. The room smelled of aged leather from the bookshelves, fresh ink from my notes, and always, always, his intoxicating Cedar scent that wrapped around me like a comforting embrace.
I sat in the plush armchair, my feet tucked under me, wearing comfy leggings and one of his oversized shirts that swallowed my slight baby bump. Pregnancy had me craving comfort, but Elias? He'd turned into a drill sergeant disguised as my mate.
It started the morning after the hospital discharge. I'd woken feeling better, n
