The sun crept slowly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, soft golden light spilling into the living room. The once-dim room now held the warmth of morning, the sounds of birds outside stirring the stillness into something almost sacred.
I blinked awake, my lashes fluttering as my eyes adjusted to the light. My head was still tucked under Zaire's chin, one arm curled against his chest, the other hand resting over my small bump like it belonged there. Like *I* belonged there.
Zaire's breathing was slow and steady beneath me, his arm still wrapped protectively around my shoulders. His legs were tangled with mine, our bodies still locked in the same position we’d surrendered to hours ago.
I didn’t move at first. Didn’t want to. There was a comfort in the way he held me, like I was safe to
