KAI
I was just coming down the stairs when I spotted Arya and Dala in the backyard, hanging baby laundry.
It almost looked like cottagecore fantasy. I didn't know if the dryer didn't have enough class to dry the baby clothes but only Arya would know that.
I paused for a while, the little voice in my head urging me to walk, that someone might see. See me gawking at my “stepmother.”
Dala was half-pouting, holding up a bib as if it might bite her while Arya looked the complete opposite, chatting away with a smile so wide, it was almost contagious.
My heart froze. I can't tear my gaze away from this woman.
Why can't I?
I relished everything from the way her dress clung to her bump to the soft curve of her back as she leaned forward, to the gentleness of the sunlight on her face.
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