**Kyra's POV**
Sunlight filtered softly through the tall windows of the living room, casting warm patches on the plush rug where Zaire and I sat side by side. The lawsuit, the media, the clinic, all the noise from the past days felt distant, pushed aside for this rare moment of calm.
I leaned against Zaire's shoulder, a soft blanket draped over our legs. The TV played a light-hearted comedy, laughter spilling through the room from the characters on screen.
Zaire's fingers traced idle patterns on my arm, his voice low and steady. "This is nice. Just us. No suits, no reporters, no lawyers."
I smiled, my head tilting up to meet his gaze. "Yeah. Just normal."
We shared a quiet laugh at a silly joke on the show. For the first time in weeks, the weight on our shoulders felt lighter.
Zaire
