Broken caught Alora in his arms as she ran into him, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
He held her close, sinking into the warmth he had missed so much.
For a few moments, they just stayed like that—silent, unmoving—simply savoring the quiet comfort of each other's presence.
Then, softly, she spoke.
"I miss you so much…"
Broken ran his fingers through her long, crimson hair before she finally pulled away.
Leaning down, he gently kissed her forehead.
"I miss you too… so much."
He smiled—but something felt different.
Something about Alora. And then… he noticed it.
The realization hit him the moment she had pressed against him in that embrace.
Stepping back slightly, his eyes lowered—
To her stomach.
Alora followed his gaze, resting a hand over her belly as she smiled.
Even through the elegant gown she wore, it was unmistakable. Her stomach was rounder, larger than normal.
Broken's breath hitched.
"Alora?" he whispered, looking back up at her.
