“You may want to prepare yourself, Luna. I believe you’re with child.”
The words didn’t just hang in the air. They struck like lightning, thunderous, and still all at once.
I stared at the healer.
I blinked once.
Twice.
And still, it didn’t register. My lips parted, but no words formed. Just shallow breaths. Dry. Trembling.
“I......”
“I can’t be.”
Her smile was calm, but her eyes were kind.
“The signs are all there. Morning sickness. Fatigue. Changes in scent. And your pulse ...it’s strong, doubled. I’ll run a full test to confirm, of course. But I’m confident.”
My stomach twisted again.
Was it the nausea or nerves? I didn’t know.
A baby?
I looked at my hands.
These same hands that were scrubbing floors and spraying diffusers just to be worthy enough to sleep beside my own ma
