Sairis's POV
Sairis woke up to a soft knock on the door.
He opened his eyes slowly. The room was still dark and the candle he had left burning on the table had burned itself out at some point during the night. He lay there for a moment and listened, wondering if he had imagined it.
The knock came again. Soft but loud enough to be heard by anyone who was still sleeping.
Sairis groaned. He pressed his hand flat against the mattress and pushed himself up slowly, letting his body catch up with the decision to be awake before he tried to do anything else with it.
This was the part of pregnancy that nobody talked about. Not the obvious things, not the visible changes or the nausea or the dizziness, but this.
The way waking up had become a process that required negotiation with his own body every single morning.
It was not like he was not a morning person… He was.
