Emilia’s POV
When you are happy and contented, time seems to sprout wings. It flies at the speed of light, slipping through your fingers like a handful of sand. The tighter you hold, the quicker it slips through the gaps of your fingers.
The last five months of my pregnancy passed in a similar fashion. I was pampered and spoiled by both Nivaan and Kiara. They didn’t let me do anything. Kiara cooked my favorite dishes and Nivaan fed me with his own hands.
Anything I said was truth and anything I demanded became the law. I felt so cherished and loved that a strange fear formed in the pit of my stomach. What if this wasn’t meant to last long? What if everything was going to get shattered again?
My worry wasn’t pointless. Valence never came to meet us again. She just disappeared without a trace. Nivaan didn’t share my worry. He always shrugged it off saying that Valence was a good person and understood him well. That is the reason she didn’t bother us again.