Elysia had thought that after pushing a baby out of her body, she might get a few hours of peace.
Apparently not.
Because as she sat propped up on what felt like a fortress of pillows, Kaelith tucked gently against her breast, feeding with single-minded intensity, Malvoria was doing that thing again.
Staring.
Not in a romantic, oh-I-love-my-wife-so-much way. No.
In a full-on, wide-eyed, not-blinking, hungry-wolf-in-the-forest-watching-a-lamb sort of way.
Elysia narrowed her eyes, adjusting her grip on their daughter who had just started making little greedy snuffling noises like she was the hungriest being in all creation. "Malvoria."
Silence.
Malvoria didn't even blink.
"Malvoria," she said again, dragging her voice this time with warning laced in every syllable.
"Hmm?" came the far-too-innocent reply.
Elysia rolled her eyes. "You're staring at my boobs."
