Sophia
The morning light was soft when it crept through the cracks in the shed, slipping across the uneven wooden floor and catching on the dust motes floating lazily in the air.
I stirred, my body heavy from restless sleep, my hand instinctively going to the swell of my belly as I adjusted myself upright on the narrow bench I had come to call my bed.
It was the sound of steady breathing and it wasn't mine, my gaze travelled across the small, bare space.
And there he was.
He was lying on the far side of the shed, stretched out on the bare floor as though it were a mattress crafted for comfort.
His broad shoulders rose and fell in a rhythm too calm for the hardness beneath him.
One arm was bent beneath his head, the other draped loosely across his stomach. The faint rise of his ch
