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Nova
Stepping off the boat with three-month-old Mia in my arms, I inhaled the salty air and sighed, “We’re home, honey.”
It was early in the morning, and no one was up and moving around as I took my daughter to our home. The porter brought our things to the bungalow behind the lobby. “This is a nice place, Nova. It’s good to have you back,” Jack said as he brought my things inside.
“Thank you. It’s good to be back.” I waved goodbye to him as I took my baby girl to see her new home. I walked into my bedroom and saw a bassinet next to my bed. A pink ribbon stuck to the top held a card attached—it was a gift from Petra.
I’d told everyone that the baby would be a girl before leaving to deliver her, and Camilla had told me that they would have a baby shower without me while I was back i
