Naomi's POV
I woke up very early that morning, before everyone else.
No tossing, no discomfort, Just calmness, the night was just too smooth.
This was uncommon these days—not being disturbed by the baby’s movements or the remnants of a thought. But this morning, everything felt unusually gentle.
Raymond was still in bed, his chest rising and falling steadily. I quietly got out of bed, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder before making my way into the hallway.
As I walked down the corridor, I noticed Miranda’s door slightly ajar. She was awake, sitting on the edge of her bed with her socks gathered around her ankles and a serious expression on her face.
“Good morning, superstar,” I whispered, kneeling in front of her.
She blinked at me. “Why are you up first?” shouldn't you be sleepi
