Aisha's POV
I stirred cream into my coffee, the rhythmic swirl lulling me into a tender daydream.
The image in my mind was vivid—Simon cradling a little boy with my eyes and his dimpled smile, while I chased a curly-haired girl through a field of golden grass. Laughter rang like music in my ears, sunlight bathing us in warmth. We were safe,whole and loved.
It was an image I wanted to see every single day. I couldn't wait till we started having pups.
A soft sigh escaped my lips before I could catch it.
I didn't hear the footsteps until they stopped just behind me. A presence hovered, hesitant but familiar. I turned slowly, and there stood Thomas, hands shoved deep into his scrub pockets, eyes shadowed with something deeper than exhaustion.
"Aisha," he said, voice low, st
