**Kyra's POV**
I sat cross-legged on the plush carpet of one of the spare bedrooms, my iPad open to a Pinterest board filled with soft neutrals, warm woods, and pops of sage green.
Zaire stood across from me, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, a rare look of contentment on his face.
"This room gets the best light," I said, glancing toward the wide windows. "Perfect for early mornings."
Zaire nodded. "It's peaceful. You picked a good one."
I looked up at him. "I was thinking something gender-neutral for now. Sage and cream, maybe hints of tan?"
Zaire walked over and sat beside me. "I like that. Clean, soft... calming." He gave a small smile. "This feels real now."
"It is real." My voice was soft, but steady. "We're doing this."
Zaire reached for the iPad, swiping t
