~ ELRETH ~
Elreth sat in her chair in the Security Council building, sighing heavily. Aaryn was seated at her right, his eyes bright and fixed on her, Gar at her left—and he wouldn't stop making comments. Scratch that, both of them were being completely insufferable.
They both knew she was pregnant and even though she'd sworn them to secrecy and neither of them had broken her confidence, they were both doing everything in their power to be overprotective asses.
She was pregnant, not dying.
Though, she supposed, they were trying to make certain that was true.
She pressed her lips thin as Gar leaned forward, shaking his head and looking just like their father when he was irritated—a thought that sent a pang of grief through El's chest and brought tears to prickle at the back of her eyes and throat.
Cursed pregnancy. It was turning her soft!
