So, letting Sienna and Yolanda tear each other apart like a pair of rabid dogs sounded like a perfect plan.
Lucian picked up his phone and typed a simple reply: "Keep watching them."
He set the phone down and headed back to the bedroom.
Seraphina was sound asleep, her long hair spilling across the pillow, one hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. Her breathing was slow and even.
Lucian leaned over and pulled the blanket back up where she had kicked it off, then slid into bed beside her, gently wrapping an arm around her waist.
She was in her third trimester now, and he couldn't help but worry.
If anything happened in the middle of the night, at least he would be right there.
Lucian rested his palm over her lower abdomen, feeling the occasional flutter of the baby's movements.
This little troublemaker was already causing a ruckus before even being born.
Lucian closed his eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips.
...
The next few days passed in peaceful tranquility.
Seraphina spent her days resting at home, occasionally taking walks in the garden, reading, or arranging flowers.
Tiffany came over once, and the two of them spent the entire afternoon in the garden pavilion, drinking tea, eating pastries, and chatting.
"You should have seen Melody's face that day," Tiffany said, biting into a Honeyed Almond Petit Four. "She looked like she hadn't gone to the bathroom in a month. It was hilarious."
Seraphina burst out laughing. "Can you try to be a little less vulgar?"
"I'm just stating facts!" Tiffany swallowed her pastry, her expression suddenly turning serious. "But honestly, Sera, you should keep your distance from Melody. That woman is petty, and I'm worried she's going to hold a massive grudge against you."


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