The tent had gotten a lot stuffier ever since Falcon decided he’d be staying up to keep watch. The amount of awkwardness coursing through my body was definitely unhealthy and I was worried it might affect the baby—so despite myself, I stood up to try and ease my nerves.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” He didn’t even glance at me as I climbed out of bed. He was sat partially outside the door one hand holding him up and the other clasping something in front of him.
“It doesn’t sit well with me,” I rubbed my arms, the nightgown was increasing my nervousness, “Having you keep watch all night, why don’t we take turns?”
He sat in contemplative silence before turning to give me a look of disbelief. “No offense but—you’re pregnant.”
“I was raised on Luna Alba, just because I’m pregnant doesn’t me
