Colton
With less than ten days left until the wedding, Colton Shepard stood in the kitchen of the small house he and Zara shared just off the University of Michigan’s campus. The scent of dark roast coffee filled the space as he leaned against the counter, mug warming his palms, staring through the window into the stillness of the early morning. The streets were quiet, dew glistening on the grass, and clouds heavy with the promise of rain hung low above the city.
Zara was still asleep upstairs. She had been exhausted lately—between the pregnancy, the wedding planning, and her final classes, it was no wonder. She didn’t complain, not once, even though Colton knew she had every right to. He admired her strength, her stubbornness, and the gentle way she rested her hand on her belly when she
