True to his word to Anya, Misha had every intention of talking to Mom about going to bed early. The hard part was over, now they were only celebrating. She was beautiful, as always, and glowing, but still visibly tired. He knew this pregnancy might the hardest yet on her yet, and losing her was a risk he didn't want to take. Especially if some early nights would make a difference.
He meandered his way toward her, greeting her with a bow and a murmured "Your Highness."
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