Rosemary
I smiled as I put the phone back on the wall. Saffron was being oddly adorable. His concern and love came through clearly, even across the distance that separated us.
Dahlia, Saffron's mother, entered the room, her eyes warm with curiosity. "How did the call go, dear?"
I turned to her, still smiling. "It went well. Saffron is worried, as always, but he's doing his best to keep everything under control. He sounded relieved to hear that the pregnancy is progressing smoothly."
Dahlia nodded, her expression thoughtful. "He's always been very protective. It's one of his many strengths."
"Yes, it is," I said, feeling a mix of pride and longing. "He mentioned that things are tense with the upcoming wedding and the situation at the border."
Dahlia's eyes darkened slightly with concern. "I can imagine. The political climate has been unstable for a while. But Saffron is resilient. He'll manage."
