Rae's POV
The cramps had eased into something lighter by the fourth day-just a dull throb now and then, like a reminder rather than a punishment. I still felt tired, heavy, but the sharp edges were gone.
Killian insisted I rest anyway. "No rushing," he said that morning, kissing my forehead before slipping out of bed to make tea. "We have all the time in the world."
The pool house had become our sanctuary. He kept the fairy lights on low, a soft golden glow that made the room feel like a secret world.
The heating pad stayed warm on the nightstand, ready whenever I needed it.
He'd stocked the little fridge with ginger ale and my favorite dark chocolate, and there was always a fresh mug of chamomile tea with honey waiting for me when I woke from a nap.
He was constantly surprising m
