Two Eyes Cenote lotus & wine

tavina was right: inji was pregnant.
by now, her stomach had grown noticeably round, and the pink skin of her belly was exposed and sensitive. her workload had lessened considerably, mostly against her will, and in the place of the fabled morning sickness (which kept her bedridden more often than not) was now not one, but two forms of insatiable hunger.
above it all, however, was the ever-growing warm shade of excitement that swept across her life and painted it in the brightest of colors. she was going to be someone's mom.
khusobek, during this time, chose not to leave her to herself, and for this inji was eternally thankful. the orange palace's halls being less busy meant she now had more time with him. when he comes to her side, she melts beneath the warm gaze and reaches up to plant a kiss to his jaw.
habibi, she greets, the haze of lingering fatigue hanging heavy upon her tongue. she dons a lazy smile as she peels away to take the dove from his grasp. so sweet of you to take care of me in my time of need.