A Twist to the Tale

Proserpina

When she came awake, the sound of her husband growling in a low voice over the phone was what she heard. Reaching out a hand, she found the space beside her was empty but the warmth signified that he had just risen.

Slowly, groggily, she lowered her feet to the ground, her hand going to her rounded stomach protectively. She should really stop depending on Beatrice and her strange concoctions that helped her to de-stress. Surely it must be armful for the baby, she thought restively.

She could make out Lucien’s back. He was standing , his back to her, staring out at the wintry sunlight in the garden outside. As he was dressed, she guessed that he had been up and awake for a while now.

She only had a vague memory of his getting to bed beside her, holding her to his large body, his face in her hair . When had he returned? She had no idea. But he had refrained from disturbing her. Soundlessly, she tiptoed to the bathroom.

When she returned after showering, he was still in the sa