The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the bedroom. I slowly wake up, feeling the warmth of Ryan’s body pressed against mine. His arm is draped lazily over my belly, his hand resting on the swell of our baby girl. I watch him for a moment, his face peaceful in sleep, a rare sight considering the chaos we've been through.
Things have changed between us, settled, in a way. We’re living together again, sharing the same bed, and for the first time in a long while, there’s no distance between us. Not physically, not emotionally. I can’t quite pinpoint when we stopped sleeping in separate rooms, but it feels natural now. We’ve been growing back together, bit by bit, in the quiet moments like these.
I feel his fingers twitch against my belly, and I can’
