Page 50 of Luna's New Reign

“Where are you going?”

I glance over my shoulder to find him sitting up, his dark hair a mess, his sleepy eyes squinting at me like I’ve just committed a crime. “Nowhere,” I tease, pulling my leggings up the rest of the way. “I’m just getting dressed.”

Darius grumbles something under his breath and flops back down into the nest, one arm flung dramatically across his face. “Unacceptable. It’s too early.”

I roll my eyes, laughing softly. “It’s not that early. Besides, you’ll get over it.”

I grab one of the oversized shirts that’s been left lying around—Remi’s, probably, judging by the scent—and pull it over my head. It swarms me immediately, the hem falling all the way to my knees, but I love the way it feels. Warm. Safe.

But as I step toward the mirror, my laughter dies in my throat.

I freeze, my eyes locking on my reflection as I take in the faint but unmistakable curve of my lower stomach. I press my hands against the fabric of the shirt, smoothing it over my body as if that’ll somehow change what I’m seeing.

My heart stutters in my chest. I’mshowing.

The doctor said I’d deliver quickly—three months, maybe less—but I still wasn’t ready to see it. I’m only two weeks in and already, the changes are happening faster than I can wrap my head around. My breasts are sore, my body aches randomly throughout the day, and now this?

I blink, swallowing hard as I stare at my reflection, a strange mix of awe and dread coiling in my chest.

“You okay?”

Darius’ voice pulls me out of it and I glance back to find him watching me carefully from the nest, his brow furrowed. He’s already standing, crossing the room in three long strides before I can even respond. He stops behind me, his hands settling gently on my shoulders as he meets my gaze in the mirror.

“You’re beautiful,” he says softly, his voice full of warmth.

I huff a laugh, even as my throat tightens. “I look different.”

“You look like you,” he says firmly, his hands sliding down to rest on my waist. “And you’re carrying something beautiful.Someonebeautiful.”

I let out a shaky breath, my hands lifting to rest over his as I stare at the reflection of us together. “It’s happening so fast,” I whisper. “I don’t know how to keep up.”

Darius leans down, pressing a soft kiss against the top of my head. “You don’t have to keep up, Bambi. You just have tobe. We’ll figure out the rest.”

His words settle something in me, easing the tightness in my chest just enough that I can breathe again. He steps back for a second, rummaging through the pile of clothes by the dresser before he pulls out another shirt. One of Mateo’s, judging by the dark color and clean scent.

“Here,” Darius says, holding it out to me with a small grin. “Wear this one. It’s softer.”

I raise an eyebrow, but I take the shirt anyway, pulling it over my head. It’s far too big, even bigger than Remi’s and it swamps me completely, falling like a dress against my thighs.

Darius tilts his head, his grin widening as he steps closer. “Perfect,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers along my jaw before leaning down to kiss me softly. I close my eyes, melting into it for a moment as the warmth of him surrounds me. When he pulls back, his forehead resting against mine, I let out a breathy laugh.

“You’re spoiling me,” I murmur.

“You deserve it,” he replies easily.

It’s difficult to pull away but I’m hungry and my stomach waits for no man. I hop down the stairs two at a time. My oversized shirt sways around my legs as I make my way into the kitchen, my feet barely touching the floor.

The scent of something fresh and warm hits me like a promise and I immediately zero in on the counter.Bread.“Please let there be some left,” I mutter under my breath as I scan the kitchen. My gaze lands on the loaf of bread sitting near the corner, wrapped up lazily in parchment paper like it’s mocking me. My heart leaps. Then sinks.

One slice.

One.

I let out a betrayed groan as I snatch it off the counter. “Are youkiddingme?”

From behind me, a deep chuckle fills the room. “You’re late to the party, sunshine.”

I whip around, narrowing my eyes at Remi, who’s leaning lazily against the doorway with his arms crossed. His hair falls into his face, his grin wicked, and he’s wearing that damn smile that says he’s enjoying this way too much.