#Chapter 231: Just Us

Hannah “Oh, Goddess. Are you sure?” “I think I can tell, Lily,” I said, clutching my back and wincing as another jolt of pain worked through me. “Look at the mattress.” Lily, dressed in her nightgown with her robe flowing loosely on top, rushed past me and pulled the blankets back. Indeed, the mattress was soaked from my water breaking in my sleep. The house turned into a blur then. As the contractions began coming more frequently and more painfully, my sister called the midwife—an older woman named Margaret who had assisted Lily during her birth—and prepared the bedroom. Guards were posted not only outside my bedroom door, but also at all entrances to the house. It was something that I had expressed a need for since I had moved back home; I couldn’t risk Noah showing up and trying to steal my baby, the heir to Nightcrest. I doubted that he would, considering the fact that he seemed to think that my child belonged to another man. But it made me feel