Nalya's pov

Everyone just left when I stood up from the bed after hours of rest. I went to the crib silently and smiled when I saw my baby. His little finger wrapped around my thumb and warmth straight through my body. 

Khai Silvius, my son. He was everything and more. He was my little blessing, my perfect gift. I made a promise to always be strong for him. He'll be my strength even when I don't have any. I felt arms wrapped around me, and I leaned into my mate. 

" We made him," I breathed. Rhaegar kissed my temple. 

" We did," he smiled. He turned me to...