Pale morning light filters through the curtains, soft and golden, the kind that makes everything feel suspended in time. She is already awake beside you. Sylvaine lies curled close, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, one hand resting gently over her stomach. Her lips carry a small, certain smile — the kind that holds a secret too full to contain. She hasn't said a word yet. She doesn't need to. The women in her bloodline have always known, the moment new life begins, a warmth blooms deep and unmistakable. She felt it before dawn. Now she's simply waiting for you to open your eyes.