The World Dragon's Heir - Chapter 728: Uncomfortable Breakfast

Chapter 728: Uncomfortable Breakfast

He had to ensure that the deliveries made it to the Merchant’s Guild, that the factories were working smoothly, catch up on all the paperwork, and try to keep his wife from going insane as it became increasingly clear that the midwife was right about bed rest.

“What are you laughing at, I’m the size of a house, and I can’t even see my feet.”

“I was just thinking that we might need to revise the family plan. That dress looks good on you.”

Even as she said it, a slight smile curved Alexis lips. It had become a running thing between them in the mornings. She was having an increasing hard time physically getting out of bed, and actually needed the assistance of her staff some days, but he would be unerringly sweet about it, to the point that it just looked ridiculous to yell at him.

For some reason, she had a sensitive stomach lately, as if the child only wanted very specific foods. She had been trying everything to curb the cravings, not wanting to have to do intensive physical training after the birth to get back into her armour.

She hadn’t actually gained an excessive amount of weight, all things considered.

Why couldn’t it be the men who carried the children?

Annoyed with her situation, Alexis sighed, and then reached over and stirred a spoonful of peanut butter into her oatmeal.

A bit like a peanut butter cookie.

Then, a massive cramp rippled across her abdomen, making her scream in agony.

The stout woman grabbed the Princess and carried her up the stairs to the treatment room, then began issuing orders to the veiled maids, while the Royal Guards were rearranged to block the ends of the hallway, as well as the windows of the rooms of the outside of the house.

He didn’t know that he could be insulted in so many different ways.

Dominic chuckled. “She can yell at me just fine from here. I’ve heard that some wives like to crush their hands during childbirth. Especially if she is delivering early. So, it’s probably best that I don’t wander too far away.”

Dave shrugged. Trollish fathers paced in the yard. That was their spot.

“Lad, pacing in the dining room isn’t any better than doing it in the garden. Why don’t we sit down and have a coffee? In my experience, these things take some time. Half a day or more for the ones my wife managed.” Jack Merlot insisted.

The other advisors gathered and led Dominic to the sitting room on the main floor, overlooking the garden.

They likely could have negotiated with the Royal Guards to be escorted past, they were trusted residents of the building, but protocol said that when a Princess was giving birth, only a limited number of people were allowed nearby, and they all had to be approved.

And the official rules didn’t have an addendum for family members who were living elsewhere. Plus, the Wavemates Family rules were very similar, but had a few more clauses about preventing baby swaps, as that had been attempted many times in the past, with other Noblewomen or servants hoping to get a good life for their child, and knowing that the young Royal would eventually grow into their birthright.

“Well, it appears that I have horrible timing. I have official receipt of the second monthly quota allotment, and a request from the King of Dagos for particular items to be sent next month, if possible,” he explained.

The Merchant smiled as Jack Merlot poured them all a glass of mead, his drink of choice at breakfast.

“Just now. I would imagine we have some time ahead of us yet, so there is no harm in doing a bit of paperwork first.”