Marble Point of View
Steam still lingered in the air, carrying the fresh scent of lavender from the hot shower they had shared moments earlier. Sunlight spilled through the bedroom curtains, painting soft golden streaks across the wooden floor of the farmhouse.
Marble stood before the mirror, gently brushing the damp strands of her chestnut hair over one shoulder before slipping into a flowing cream-colored dress that rested comfortably over the gentle curve of her growing belly.
She smiled to herself as she fastened the last button, feeling peaceful in a way she hadn't for a long time.
Behind her, Lucas pulled on a pair of faded blue jeans before reaching for his favorite green-and-navy checked shirt. He buttoned it slowly, his eyes never leaving her. Once the shirt was tucked in, he
