I sighed heavily, shifting uncomfortably in bed as another burst of laughter erupted from downstairs. The entire household had been in constant motion since dawn, with servants rushing about, furniture being moved, and hushed but excited conversations happening in every corner of our home.
"I'm not an invalid," I grumbled as Alaric entered our bedchamber carrying a tray. "I'm perfectly capable of walking downstairs for breakfast."
My husband's response was a raised eyebrow and that infuriating half-smile that made my heart flutter despite my irritation.
"The physician said you should rest today," Alaric reminded me, setting the tray across my lap. "And I intend to ensure you follow his instructions."
"The physician is being absurd," I countered, even as I inhaled the delicious aroma of freshly baked pastries. "Women have been having babies since the beginning of time without being confined to bed at the first news of pregnancy."
