Hey fellow Nightlin fans! As an "essential worker" in this crazy time we're living in, I haven't had a lot of time for writing. I am working on the next chapter but it is taking some time because by the time I get home from work I am exhausted. I promise it'll be up soon. Thank you all for the comments and for reading my little story :) But in the meantime, I have a little preview snippet from Nightshade's perspective that takes place after my chapter titled "Unexpected".
Nightshade stared at Kaylin sleeping peacefully on the couch. Her hand rested protectively over her rounded belly, the other under her cheek. Her hair fell across her face, sticking to her loosely parted lips. She'd been more tired than usual but she'd assured him it was normal for a mortal pregnancy. Regardless, he found himself watching her constantly, looking for any sign that she was unwell.
"Brother, have you heard a single word I have said?" Annarion asked, his irritation evident.
"Your pardon, Annarion. I was... preoccupied."
"I could tell," Annarion replied dryly, looking pointedly at Kaylin. "Perhaps the mother of your child would be more comfortable in her bed."