"Aaah…"
The sound slipped out of me before I could even stop it, my body sinking deeper into the mattress as Thyrian's fingers continued massaging my scalp.
It wasn't even painful anymore… just heavy. Like my body had finally accepted the truth before my brain did.
Pregnant.
Triplets.
My mind tried to laugh again, but my body didn't follow.
Thyrian's hands slowed slightly as he leaned closer, his silver-blue eyes watching me carefully. His ears were still faintly red, but softer now—less panic, more concern.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked gently.
I blinked slowly. "Everything hurts… but also doesn't," I mumbled, confused by my own answer.
Ryker immediately leaned in from the side. "Where? Tell me where."
Veyra's hand was already on my wrist again like he was checking if I was still breathing normally. Azrael stood at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, eyes sharp as always—but even he wasn't speaking harshly now.
I sighed deeply into the pillow.
