"I thought you didn't know how to deal with crying pregnant women," she muttered at last.
"I didn't think I did either," Morvakar replied, glancing down at her as if the realization surprised him. "It would have been easier to just cast another sleep spell on you." He gave her a dry look. "Much easier, actually. But unfortunately, I can only use that spell once in a while unless I want to risk killing you."
"Don't you dare," Luna warned, chuckling softly as she pulled away, wiping her cheeks.
Morvakar laughed too. He still held onto her arms loosely. It was a strange sensation—holding her like this. Strange but not unpleasant. He felt… like a father again.
She took a few breaths, grounding herself again. Then her eyes narrowed a little, hesitant, as a more serious thought surfaced.
"You cannot tell Damien," she said quietly.
Morvakar lifted a brow, already suspicious. "How long do you think you can hide a pregnancy?"
