INSIDE THE ROYAL PALACE, PRIVATE FAMILY LOUNGE, ONE MONTH LATER
ZAVIER
Pregnancy was betrayal ,not metaphorically, literally. My body had officially turned against me sometime around the fourth morning of throwing up into decorative royal flowerpots while Adam threatened the entire kitchen staff because my tea smelled 'slightly wrong'. Apparently carrying the future heir of the kingdom transformed everyone around me into lunatics. Especially my husband.
"You need to sit down."Adam said.
"I have been sitting for an hour."I said.
"Then lie down."Adam said.
"I am not dying."I said.
"You looked at soup and started crying yesterday."Adam said.
"The soup was emotionally overwhelming."I said.
Adam stared at me, I stared back. Neither of us blinked. Nearby, Michael quietly lowered his teacup.
"He actually did cry over soup." He muttered.
"It smelled comforting." I defended immediately.
"I SUPPORT EMOTIONAL SOUP." Riko announced dramatically from across the room.
