A problem that wouldn’t be solved at night.
After lengthy discussions with Nostradamus and Dorian about a particularly hairy situation, he was called by his mom urgently. Looking over his shoulder seeing the moon about to rise, Dorian urged, “Camille. She needs you right now, we’ll handle it. Go.” And Elijah needed to hear nothing else.
Taking off upstairs, maids were helping prepare as their bed was broken down and the room was cleared. In an empty bedroom, the floor was cold under Camille’s feet as she groaned sweating like she was in a marathon.
Camille panted as she paced rubbing her belly, she felt her skin itch as her body moved unnaturally. Eyes flashing as she groaned as her son felt so heavy in her stomach. Like there wasn’t enough room for him now. She groaned as the door b
