Life after revenge was honestly too damn good.
Mornings started with two tiny silver-haired gremlins jumping on the bed screaming "Mommy wake up!!!" at 6 a.m. sharp. Afternoons were spent fighting Regulus for the last slice of strawberry cake. Evenings… well, let's just say the royal laundry staff earned every penny because the sheets never survived the night.
I thought this heaven would last forever.
Then one morning I found myself hugging the toilet bowl like it was my new best friend, puking my soul out.
Two pink lines stared back at me. So dark they were basically screaming.
I just sat there on the bathroom floor like an idiot.
Again? Seriously?
BANG BANG BANG on the door.
"Evelyn?? You've been in there for thirty minutes. Do I need to break the damn door?" Regulus's voice, already panicked.
I shoved the stick into my robe pocket, yanked the door open and yelled, "Shut up for two seconds!"
He froze in the doorway, golden eyes wide. "Did you just yell at me?"
I took the deepest breath known to mankind, pulled out the pregnancy test and smacked it against his chest.
"Look. Carefully."
He stared at those two lines for a solid ten seconds.
Then the most powerful Lycan King on the planet turned into a 6'8" golden retriever.
"WE'RE HAVING ANOTHER ONE?!" He literally picked me up and spun me around the bedroom like we were in some cheesy movie.
"Put me down I'm gonna hurl on you!!"
He didn't. He just kept spinning and yelling for the guards.
"GUARDS! Get the royal physicians! No, get ALL TEN OF THEM! And fly in the best human OB-GYNs, I don't care if they're in Antarctica, GET THEM!"
I slapped his shoulder. "I'm pregnant, not dying, you lunatic!"
The entire palace lost its collective mind that day.
Three rows of doctors with shiny instruments. Blood tests. Ultrasounds. You name it.
Aiden and Aurora thought it was the best day ever.
"Mommy's gonna have a puppy???"
"I want a sister! Brothers steal my toys!"
I had a migraine the size of Europe.
And Regulus? Oh my god.
From that day on he became the most extra pregnant-woman servant in history:
- Forced me to sleep twelve hours (he counted)
- Fed me every meal with a spoon like I was two
- Had every single staircase in the palace covered with three layers of carpet "in case you trip"
- Replaced the garden gravel paths with soft grass because "stones might hurt your feet"
- And the worst, he straight up cancelled all state affairs and glued himself to my side 24/7 like a giant silver-haired shadow
One night I finally snapped.
I dragged him into the bedroom, locked the door, and went full rage mode.
"Regulus! Enough! I'm pregnant, not made of glass!"
He dropped to his knees on the carpet, wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face against my still-flat stomach.
His voice came out muffled and cracked.
"…I'm scared."
I blinked.
He looked up, eyes red, actually red.
"Three years ago you went through this alone. I wasn't there. I missed everything. I'm terrified I'll mess up again."
My heart did something stupid and melted on the spot.
I ran my fingers through his hair. "Idiot. This time you're stuck with me."
He hugged me tighter, like he was trying to merge us into one person.
The next morning he walked into the throne hall, stood in front of all his ministers and announced:
"The Queen is pregnant. For the next three months I will handle zero state affairs. Send everything to the bedroom."
The entire court: "...…"
I wanted to die of second-hand embarrassment.
But at night, when I woke up for water, I caught him sitting on the edge of the bed, tablet glowing, watching "New Dad 101" videos on 0.5x speed while taking actual notes.
His notebook was open beside him, pages covered in messy handwriting:
- Wife can't eat spicy when pregnant
- Talk to the baby every day
- When wife is moody just agree with everything
- Tell wife she's pretty 100 times a day (he drew three giant red hearts)
I pretended to be asleep and smiled so wide my cheeks hurt.
The scariest Lycan King alive had turned into a nervous first-time dad who googled "how to hold a newborn without breaking it" at 3 a.m.
And honestly?
Revenge didn't matter anymore.
All I wanted now was to watch this idiot love me and our ridiculous army of babies for the rest of our lives.