–Livana–
In the Blackwell Residence.
My stomach has grown vast, heavy as though I cradle a world within me. Four months have passed, and labor draws near. Rising from the sofa feels impossible, as if gravity itself conspires to keep me bound, reminding me of the empire I carry in my womb.
Laura gave birth three months ago, and it was glorious—another set of twins, their cries echoing like new trumpets of life. My husband shook his head when he saw they were all boys. That means Zendaya remains the only princess of the Blackwell family on Damien's side, a jewel among warriors, a single blossom in a garden of steel.
Now, Ares and Alexander are two months old, and little Zendaya, though only three years old, helps care for them with surprising grace. Skyler, our Sky, celebrated his second birthday four months ago, laughter filling the halls like music.
"Here, my dear," my mother-in-law said, handing me a bowl of mixed fruits.
