The Elvenking lay in bed, the early morning sun shining through, illuminating the pool of dark blue water and the ruffled gold silk sheets.

He turned his head, taking in the sight of his wife, his Elvenqueen. She laid on her back, her hair ruffled in messy curls around her forehead and pillow. Her nightgown covered her body and her nine month pregnancy bump. He moved closer, resting his head and hand on her bump to feel and hear the child stirring beneath.