Natasha walked into the kitchen barefoot, wearing one of Sebastian’s oversized shirts that nearly swallowed her small frame. Her hair was loosely tied back, a few curls falling over her face as she hummed softly, stirring a spoon into a cup of cocoa.
There was a calm glow on her face, like something inside her had finally settled. Like peace had quietly crept in overnight and wrapped itself around her.
Sebastian stood by the cupboards, holding a plain white envelope in his hand. The corners of his mouth twitched as he watched her move around.
“You’re up early,” he said.
Natasha turned around, smiling. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Too excited about making a mini-you?” he teased.
She laughed. “Maybe.”
He walked over and placed the envelope on the counter between them. “Well, I have something fo
