"What We Build in Daylight"
(Emily & Chandler's POV)
Morning — Emily
Emily woke before the alarm clock bell had sounded.
For a split second, she didn't remember why her chest felt lighter.
Then she felt him.
Chandler's arm draped over her waist. His palm was warm and steady against her stomach. The baby shifted beneath his touch like she'd been waiting for him, too.
Emily smiled into the pillow.
"You're back," she murmured sleepily.
"Still here," he replied, voice rough with morning.
She rolled carefully onto her back, and he adjusted automatically, helping her shift without breaking contact. The U-shaped pillow stayed in place, as if it had been designed by someone who understood her body perfectly.
Outside, she could already hear movement—boots on gravel, a cart wheel squeakin
