Chapter 796. Can’t Sleep
The night Jael left was hard for Mauve, but it wasn’t as hard as sunrise, when it was time to sleep. She tossed and turned in bed, but no position felt comfortable. She knew that while he was away, she would be nothing but miserable.
Mauve did her best not to miss him too terribly—if not for her sake, at least for the baby’s, as her mood was likely to affect her health, especially her sleeping schedule. But it was difficult.
By the third night, Ferguson could tell something was wrong during his usual check-up. He sat on the chair with a brooding look as he studied her.
"You’re not sleeping, my princess," he finally said. "We can’t afford that, not at this stage when you could be due any moment."
Mauve sniffed and rubbed her nose. "I know, but it’s just so hard to sleep these days. I toss and turn, and no position feels comfortable."
"Do you need more blankets?" Mill offered, her face filled with concern. "Or perhaps a different bed?"
Mauve shook her head. "I think a different bed would likely make things worse. I’m pretty used to this one."
Mill sighed and looked at Ferguson. She was at a loss for what to do, and she was worried. She had noticed Mauve was awake before she entered the room for the past two nights, but she hadn’t thought much of it.
"Would you like me to inform the Primus?" Ferguson asked in a serious tone.
"No, no. I don’t want to bother him. It’s just taking me a little while to adjust to his absence. Perhaps I should take your advice—I’d like some more blankets. It might just be a little too cold for me."
Mill didn’t buy this, and by the glance the physician exchanged with her, neither did he. However, disbelief did not provide solutions, and that was what they needed.
"I shall prepare a special tea. It should assist you in falling asleep, but I would prefer not to rely on it too much for the sake of the baby."