Chapter 353
Vivienne
I pull on my underwear, and there she is—my wife, eyes like a hawk zeroing in on my stomach.
It's still just a tiny swell. Barely noticeable unless you're looking. But she's always looking.
She does this often. Stares at my midsection like she's trying to memorize the shape of it, like she's waiting for it to disappear, like she's in denial that this has actually happened.
It's almost hilarious.
I've never been happier in my life.
She's also overbearing. Overprotective. She hovers when I walk up stairs, carries things before I can reach for them, glares at anyone who comes too close. It should be annoying.
It's cute.
"You're staring again," I say, pulling my dress over my head.
"I'm admiring." She doesn't look away.
"Same thing."
"Different intentions."
I roll my eyes, but I'm smiling. I can't help it.
Today is the press conference. The one where Damien will announce his "accidental mating" to Alexander.
