Caught off guard by his closeness, I hesitated. "Nothing else. I'm just hungry." I patted my stomach.

He chuckled quietly, the sound low and comforting. "Everything's ready."

He gestured to the guard at the door, who promptly brought in a tray of food.

With a practiced grace, his elegant fingers lifted the lid, revealing dishes from my favorite restaurant. He scooped up some food with a spoon, blew on it gently, then brought it to my lips.

Relieved to know our baby ...