Rae's POV
I woke up to the smell of vanilla and warm bread.
The pool-house bedroom was bathed in soft morning light, the kind that makes everything feel gentle and new.
My body felt... light. No cramps. No heaviness. Just the pleasant, lingering warmth of being completely rested and completely loved.
Killian wasn't beside me.
I stretched, smiling into the pillow that still smelled like him, and sat up slowly. The door opened almost on cue.
He stepped in carrying a tray-French toast dusted with powdered sugar, fresh strawberries sliced into perfect hearts, a little pitcher of maple syrup, two mugs of coffee, and a single pink peony in a tiny vase.
"Morning, beautiful," he said, voice soft and warm. He was wearing nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants, hair messy from sleep, that sma
