As Milo held Wisteria close amidst the cheers and congratulations of their guests, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The news of her pregnancy had blindsided him, but in the chaos of the moment, one emotion stood out above the rest: pride. He was going to be a father, and not just any father—he would have an heir. A legacy. Someone to carry on the traditions and empire he’d worked so hard to fortify.
He allowed himself a moment to savor the idea, his hand brushing against Wisteria’s stomach as she smiled up at him. She looked radiant, glowing with a beauty he hadn’t fully appreciated until now. This child, their child, would have her grace, her strength. And perhaps, just perhaps, a chance at a better life than his own.
His parents would be thrilled at the news, of course. An heir me
