(Juriel's POV)
The warmth of the kitchen, the faint scent of chocolate and vanilla mingling with the earthy aroma of freshly baked brownies, was a comforting blanket around me. I'm currently nine months pregnant, and despite the whispers of impending labor, my pregnancy has been remarkably smooth even after the war against the hunters. My movements, once constrained by the growing weight within me, now flowed with an effortless grace. The world, with its myriad of colors and sounds, seemed to hum with a heightened intensity, a symphony orchestrated by the tiny life growing within me.
I loved baking especially since I started craving more stuff than just blood. The rhythmic stirring, the careful measuring, the satisfying sizzle of the brownies as they hit the pan - it was a small rebellio
