The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains in Elian's chambers, casting a warm glow over the two figures entwined beneath the blankets.
Izan had been awake for a while, his eyes half-lidded as he simply enjoyed the closeness, Elian's steady breathing rising and falling beside him. His hand rested protectively across Elian's pregnancy bump, feeling the faintest movement beneath his palm. He couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips.
In moments like these, Izan savored the stillness, the warmth of Elian's body against his, the peaceful atmosphere.
Since Elian had arrived at the palace, Izan could hardly count on one hand the times he'd chosen his own bed over Elian's. He felt more at home here, tangled in the sheets with the person who had irrevocably claimed his heart.
