Weeks pass slowly.
Rayven stays close to me... always attentive, always present... rarely giving me the opportunities I need. He hovers without making it obvious, as if he senses I’m waiting for something. Or someone.
I’m eating better now, keeping almost everything down. My strength is returning, little by little. And my heart… my heart is growing too. I think he can tell I’m falling for him. He isn’t so guarded around me anymore. He lets pieces of himself slip through... small stories from his past, faint mentions of her. I can see he’s trying to open his heart to me.
But there are still things that need to be resolved first.
My belly grows steadily, my weight increasing with it. Rayven is ecstatic. I look about three months pregnant by human standards, but in reality, I’m only two.
