Tyler's POV
I attempted to get comfortable in the bed, but the relentless thoughts kept me tossing and turning. The moonlight tried its best to cast a romantic glow on the room, but there was nothing romantic about the turmoil in my mind. As I laid there, my eyes were drawn to her – not the picture of serene beauty, but a supernatural hurricane wrapped in fragility.
Today had been a rollercoaster ride for her. The hybrid gig and the weight of carrying supernatural twins had left her looking more worn-out than a binge-watching session of a particularly intense TV series. She lay there, resembling a character from some otherworldly drama – pale, skinny, and yet, there was a mysterious allure about her that transcended the mundane.
Her belly had expanded, a visual confirmation of the lives
