Elara’s POV
The third trimester brought new challenges. My back ached, my ankles swelled, but Damien was there through every discomfort. Kael had become a more regular presence in our lives, now a doting uncle who brought gifts and played gently with the children. The old wounds had truly healed.
One afternoon, while the kids napped, I found Damien in his home office reviewing contracts. I wore a simple maternity robe, barely tied.
“Working too hard again?” I asked, closing the door behind me.
He looked up and smiled that devastating smile. “Never too hard for you.”
I walked over and perched on the edge of his desk. The robe slipped open, revealing my heavy breasts and rounded belly. His gaze darkened instantly.
“Elara…”
I reached down and palmed him through his pants, feeling him h
