Fenric chuckled from his spot by the window, where he was currently letting Raiden and Phina stack wooden blocks on his knees. One of my specifically requested inventions, by the way. "We all need to eat. I feel like I haven't tasted real food in seasons."
I reached out, letting Damar settle the tray across my lap. The scent of the seasoned broth instantly made my stomach growl so loudly that Lyra, who was playing with a piece of string near Noah's feet, looked up and pointed a chubby finger at me.
"Mama tummy roar!" she announced loudly.
"Yes, Lyra, Mama is starving," I laughed, taking a deep gulp of the warm broth. The energy rushed back into my veins like a flood, soothing the dull ache in my muscles.
As I chewed on a piece of roasted meat, my mind naturally drifted back to the math. Fifty days. I'm not sure whose kid I'm carrying, but if it's just Damars, then it's fifty days. But if it's another, like Fenric or Noah, it's going to be more than that.
