Morgan's revelation about Samantha's pregnancy had transformed their living room into something that felt both familiar and utterly new. The ancient Fae's teacup still sat on the coffee table, a wisp of steam curling from its surface, while traces of her power lingered in the air like frost on glass.
"We should let all this settle," Morgan announced, rising with fluid grace. "The mechanics of supernatural genetics can wait for another day. You've had quite enough to process for one evening." Her knowing smile softened as she looked at Samantha. "Rest, dear one. Your body is already adapting to nurture something extraordinary."
After Morgan's departure, silence fell over the room. The enormity of what they'd learned seemed to press in from all sides. Samantha stood by the window, watching the last traces of Morgan's magic dissolve into the night air. The silver marks on her skin caught the moonlight, dancing like liquid starlight.
