The kitchen was quiet, save for the gentle clink of a spoon against glass. Nyx leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest, his hair tousled from sleep and his wings slightly flared behind him.

You were standing by the counter, dressed in one of his soft shirts that barely covered your thighs, a jar of peaches clutched in your hand as you spooned bite after bite into your mouth like your life depended on it.

He smirked.

“Starlight it’s three in the morning , what are you doing out of bed?” He asks softly as he leans against the doorway.

“I’m eating peaches.” You respond undisturbed as you chew on your peaches.

“Right. Because you always eat half a jar of peaches at three in the morning while muttering ‘Cauldron, this is better than sex.’”

You blinked. “I said that out loud?”

He nodded slowly, clearly enjoying himself.

You glared, cheeks heating. “Don’t judge me. I’m growing a star in here.”

He was at your side in an instant, one hand pressed gently to your stomach, the other brushing your hair back. His voice softened.

“I’d carry the baby for you if I could.”

You scoffed lightly. “You’d collapse in one hour.”

“But I’d collapse dramatically. In full armor.”

Nyx gave you a solemn look after that, like it was a fact set in stone, like he’d already mentally prepared for such a feat. You tried to hold in your laugh and failed, snorting softly into your next bite of peaches.

“You’re so dramatic,” you muttered around a mouthful.

“And you’re glowing,” he replied easily, lowering to one knee to press a kiss to the curve of your belly. “Even if your cravings are … starting to get weirder by day.”