Kiera's P.O.V.
The next morning, I woke up to the sun filtering softly through the curtains, my body pleasantly sore from the night before. Damian’s warmth was still wrapped around me, his steady breathing brushing against my neck. I stretched, careful not to wake him, before slipping out of bed to check on Caelum.
As I peeked into his crib, my heart melted. He was sprawled on his back, one tiny fist gripping the blanket, the other resting by his head in peaceful sleep. I smiled, tucking the blanket a little closer around him before stepping out.
The knock at the door came just as I was making coffee. I didn’t have to guess who it was—Isadora had a certain rhythm when she knocked, quick and impatient.
“Morning, gorgeous,” she greeted when I opened the door, flashing me a knowing grin.
