Nalya
Everyone just left when I stood up from the bed after hours of rest. I went to the crib silently and smiled when I saw my baby. His little finger wrapped around my thumb and warmth straight through my body.
Khai Silvius, my son. He was everything and more. He was my little blessing, my perfect gift. I made a promise to always be strong for him. He'll be my strength even when I don't have any. I felt arms wrapped around me, and I leaned into my mate.
"We made him," I breathed. Rhaegar kissed my temple.
"We did," he smiled. He turned me to him and kissed me deeply. His hands were caressing my body, making me hot, but I moved away.
"The doctor said we can't for the next six weeks," I reminded him. He groaned and pouted. I kissed his pout away.
"I know, but I just want you so much," he purred in my ear. His lips descended on my neck, and he kissed me. We only pulled away when we heard a knock, and Roman entered the room. He smiled at us, and I hugged him.