Vlad grew increasingly anxious as Liliette’s due date approached. From the moment he’d learned of her pregnancy, he had been overprotective to the point of absurdity, refusing to even let her feet touch the ground. Ivan even started calling him the “Duchess’s personal transport,” a title Vlad wore with pride.
It wasn’t until Ivan and the other healers insisted that a bit of movement would actually benefit her health that Vlad reluctantly allowed her to take short walks on flat ground.
“Don’t worry so much,” Liliette said gently. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her fingers intertwining with his. “My strength has improved a lot since raising Alexander, and the Imperial Palace has sent us a dozen midwives and doctors. I’ll be fine this time, too.”
“I’m just concerned about the toll it takes on you.”
