The silk sheets whispered against my skin as I lay nestled in Elias's arms, the day's contentment wrapping around us like a warm blanket.
Elias's scent enveloped me, his steady heartbeat a rhythm against my back, our bond humming with that deep, sated peace we'd earned through trials and love. His hand rested on my three-month bump, fingers tracing lazy patterns as our daughter gave a final, sleepy flutter before settling.
I shifted slightly, turning to face him, my emerald eyes meeting his golden ones in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. "Today was perfect," I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, feeling the stubble rasp against my lips. "Everything I dreamed of—a family, a home, you. I couldn't ask for more."
He smiled, that rare, tender curve of his lips that still made
