[Margaret’s perspective]
"The situation is quite unstable right now, so just to be safe, I want to keep the news of your pregnancy under wraps before we return to the Royal City. Aside from a few people close to us, we’ll prevent anyone from finding out. That way, we can ensure your and the baby’s safety better. What do you think?"
I seed to have no reason to refuse Donald’s suggestion.
His considerations were right, the apparent calmness and stability of the Lilo Sea were rely superficial. Underneath, chaos reigned! Capturing Henry and Levi, quelling the rebels—these were the things we must do now, and this baby seed to have co at an inconvenient ti.
While I was lost in these scattered thoughts, I found myself slowly nodding in agreent with Donald.
Several seconds later, I finally spoke up, "With us in light and the enemy in the dark, it is necessary for you to think one step ahead. I agree."
"But the baby’s arrival is a wonderful thing. I don’t want us to beco a burden to you at this ti. Of course, I will also protect myself and our child well after this."
As I finished speaking, Donald bent down and hugged tightly as if I were his entire world. "How could you and the baby ever be a burden to ? You both are the source of my strength, and I will protect you both. Don’t worry," he said with a deep, tender voice.
Donald’s shoulders were always so broad and warm. I pressed my face into his neck and replied softly, "Okay."
These warm and romantic monts always seed to pass too quickly. A few knocks on the door interrupted us, and I peeked out from Donald’s embrace. "It must be Ruth, right? She brought so food!" I guessed.
Donald chuckled, let go, and pinched my face as he said, "No wonder your appetite has been so good lately. The real reason is right here! This little one is pretty amazing. You’ll both need to eat more from now on!"
Perhaps it was the overly gentle look on Donald’s face that caused to space out. By the ti I returned to reality, Ruth had already walked in with a serving tray.
"Your Highness, you’re finally awake. You must be starved. This is the al I prepared for you early this morning. Eat it while it’s hot, don’t starve yourself!" Ruth said with a delighted look in her eyes.
Upon hearing this, I nodded as the aroma of seafood porridge made my stomach rumble.
Donald and Ruth watched gently as I put down my third bowl of porridge, and I looked up at them puzzled, "Why are you both looking at like that? Won’t you eat so? This porridge is really good."
"This feeling... it’s also very nice," Donald said with raised eyebrows and a teasing look at .
I wiped my mouth with a napkin and instinctively asked, "What feeling is very nice?"
Donald replied with a smile, "It’s like raising a little pig."
: "..."
Ruth stood by, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, while I looked speechlessly at the suddenly joking Lycan king. We bantered, "Then should the ’keeper’ lay down to rest a bit? The bloodshot in your eyes is sowhat frightening."
At that, Donald nodded without arguing with the new nickna I gave him, "Then lie down with for a while, I have things to take care of in the afternoon."
Thinking of the events that occurred yesterday, I patted the space next to , gesturing for Donald to lie down.
Ruth, quite perceptively, took the tray and left, carefully closing the door behind her.
Donald took off his jacket and lay down in bed, closing his eyes. With a long arm, he pulled into his embrace while saying, "Christian returned early this morning. He brought back so important news, and I have to confirm it with them later."
"At the auction yesterday, you t Berton’s son and daughter, didn’t you? He said those two kids saved you once. Is that true?"
Donald suddenly broached a topic out of the blue. I tried to look up at him but only managed to see his perfectly chiseled jawline. "Who are you referring to as Berton? The person who saved at the auction yesterday... Are you talking about the Brand siblings?"
I recalled the events of yesterday, and the faces of the Brand siblings flashed through my mind. I thought for a mont and continued, "So Berton is the head of the Marine Supervision Bureau? I did hear sothing about that from Brand yesterday. Have you t him already?"
With closed eyes, Donald rubbed my head with his chin and slowly began to tell about what happened after I had passed out.
I hadn’t expected so much to have happened after I lost consciousness, and for a mont, my thoughts were in disarray.
Donald was just habitually telling about work, not really needing to provide any imdiate constructive advice. He lightly patted the back of my head with his voice sounding sowhat hoarse, as if he was extrely tired, "Don’t worry about it too much, my dear. I didn’t tell you this to make you worry. You just need to stay with for now."
After these last words, Donald fell asleep, his breathing beca even and prolonged through his nostrils.
I knew he hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep for several days, so I pushed down my confusion and curiosity, nestled into his shoulder, and closed my eyes.
The world was noisy and complex; only we were each other’s true and steadfast reliance.
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