Katakuri traced the scar on her lower stomach where their son had entered the world, causing Wyleen to flinch. He took notice of her movements, “Surely it doesn’t still hurt you.”
“No, it just tickled,” Wyleen mumbled, half asleep after their expenditures. Her eyes were closed, nestled into Katakuri to take in his scent. Relieved to be not only back in her own bed, but with her husband beside her, finally back from sea for the time being.
Looking down at the sleepy woman in his arms, he couldn’t help but smile to himself, pleased to be back by her side, no longer having to worry about her vulnerability. “Hm,” Katakuri hummed, tensing slightly before his gaze moved to look towards the door.
Wyleen looked up at him, recognizing that he had seen something, “What is it?”
“The boy requires
