The Little Peanut

FREYA

“No more rides for you!” Adrien said seriously.

“Including carriage rides too.” Ishmael inserted. “You'll be jostled around too much.”

I sent him a dirty look, and he winked at me playfully.

“Yes, no more of that as well.”

Adrien was overjoyed to hear the news and while Ishmael was mostly jesting, Adrien meant every word he said. He knelt in front of me and stared at my stomach in wonder.

“No more town visits!” Ishmael laughed.

I rolled my eyes. Now he was being absolutely ridiculous.

“You won't be leaving the palace at all throughout your pregnancy,” Adrien added.

I eyed him in irritation. “You could just confine me to our bed chambers, you know.” My words were laced with annoyance.

“That isn't a very bad idea, Snow,” his eyes were still fixated on my stomach, and he didn't seem to be teasing at all. “You can just stay in bed the whole time. You need rest and you're not to be stressed.”