CHAPTER SEVENTY: Parents' Support

The morning sun bathes the garden in a gentle glow, casting dappled shadows across the vibrant flowers and lush greenery.

I sit on a wrought iron bench, my fingers idly tracing the intricate patterns of the metal as I watch a butterfly flits from bloom to bloom. Luna Cersei sits beside me, the soft rustle of her skirts barely audible over the chirping of birds.

Luna Cersei’s gaze lingers on my face as she asks, "How are you feeling? With the pregnancy, I mean."

I draw in a deep breath, grateful for the straightforwardness of the question. "Surprisingly well, all things considered. The doctors and nurses at the hospital have been wonderful, and the support from the pack has been invaluable."

A nod of understanding passes between us, followed by a moment of silence. Then, with a subtle shift in her demeanor, Luna Cersei broaches the topic that may be, but unsurprisingly, weighing heavily on her mind.

"About what you told us back when you were in the hospital..." Luna Cersei begins, he