"Won't be long now, Your Majesties," Thessa said excitedly, her hands gently pressing one last time on Luna's slightly distended belly.
"How?" Damien asked.
"Everything about this child we learn as we go," Thessa replied. "But from what I see, it's not long anymore. A month, maybe two."
She smiled at Luna before she turned to pack up her tools.
Damien leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Luna's forehead, letting his lips linger for a second longer than necessary.
"I'll check in on you later at the Royal Empire. I have some pending tasks to get to," Luna said as she sat up straighter, brushing her curls away from her face, her tone trying to be light.
Damien paused, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. "The Queen's office should be ready by now, but are you sure you're up to resuming work? Or do you want to wait until the child is born?"
"And drive myself crazy with boredom? No thank you," Luna said with a roll of her eyes, though her lips curled into a smile.
