Neriah rested in their bed chamber, she could feel his soft caress on her bare shoulders, a soft kiss, followed by a series of sweet whispers. She buries her head into his chest and he holds her closer.
Her protruding stomach presses against his and the child in her moves like it wishes to jump out of her stomach that very instant.
"Barak," She whispers his name into the air as he holds her and sings a sweet Tragonian lullaby to their restless child. And the sound of his voice singing with such endearment was soothing to not just their child, but to her too.
She nestled into his arms and his name left her lips one last time, "Barak."
And with that call, Neriah awoke with a start from the sweet dream that had overwhelmed her.
From her dreamland, she had sensed a presence in her room and to her shock, it was the man in her dreams who was seated by the edge of the bed staring at her.
