An hour later, we were in his Learjet on our way back to Las Vegas. I had fallen asleep on the plane and woke when Lance shook my shoulder. "Leila, we're here," he cooed. I opened my eyes, lying against his shoulder. He stroked a lock of hair away from my eyes. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," he said, smiling. "We're here."
I looked out the window of his Learjet and it was pitch black outside. "What time is it?" I asked groggily, feeling like I could sleep for the rest of my life.
Lance smiled, amused by my expression. "It's three o'clock in the morning," he said, making sure that I was fully awake before he moved. The plane was on the ground and at a complete stop. I didn't even remember landing. "Let's get you to the castle and then you can go back to sleep."
"Okay," I said. Then, I felt something move in my stomach and I instinctively lifted my hand to hold it. My stomach was definitely bigger and was hard, more so than with a normal pregnancy.