The next morning, the bright sun broke through the gray clouds, shining warm light across the giant bed.
Clara opened her eyes slowly. She was still wrapped in the soft white duvet, and she could feel the warm, steady breathing of Alexander behind her. His strong arm was draped over her waist, holding her close even in his sleep.
She smiled, feeling a deep sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, she was not afraid of the morning.
But as the sun rose higher, Alexander stirred. He opened his dark eyes, his face softening the moment he looked down at her. He leaned down and pressed a warm, lingering kiss to her lips.
"Good morning, wife," he murmured, his voice deep and sleepy.
"Good morning," Clara whispered, her cheeks turning a little pink at the word wife.
"We have a busy
