Chapter 150 One-hundred And Fifty

• Millicent
• Consciousness returned slowly, like swimming up through warm honey. The first thing I noticed was the absence of pain - no cramping, no contractions, just the gentle weight of my belly and the baby's quiet movements. The second thing I noticed was the hand holding mine, warm and steady and achingly familiar.
• I opened my eyes to find Abel asleep in the chair beside my bed, his upper body bent at what had to be an uncomfortable angle to keep our hands connected. In sleep, his face had lost the controlled mask he wore like armor. He looked younger this way, vulnerable in a way the Lycan King never allowed himself to be while awake. The harsh lines around his mouth had softened, the constant furrow between his brows smoothed away.