Malvoria woke up smiling.
It was an unfamiliar feeling gentle, warm, almost embarrassing. She blinked against the soft morning light slipping through the tall windows, the silk curtains fluttering with the faintest breeze. Her body was still heavy with sleep, but her heart… her heart was already awake.
She turned her head slowly and found exactly what she hoped for.
Elysia, nestled into the crook of her arm, hair a halo of silver splayed over the pillow, one hand resting lightly on her round belly.
Malvoria's breath caugt.
There was something sacred about these mornings. Something raw and real. With Elysia's skin still warm from sleep and the world still silent outside their door, this was the only place where Malvoria ever truly let her guard down.
Elysia stirred, lashes fluttering open. She gave Malvoria a soft, sleepy smile. "You're grinning," she murmured, her voice rasped with morning.
"I am not."
"You are."