Raellyn stood before the tall mirror in her bedroom, gazing at the reflection of a woman who had just risen from the embrace of sleep. Her dark, curling hair tumbled loosely over her shoulders, framing a face that glowed with quiet contentment. A soft smile curved her lips as her eyes traced the lines of her body. Fuller now, softer in places, touched with a sensuality she had never truly noticed before.
She reached out, her fingers brushing the hem of the oversized T-shirt she wore. That is Arnav’s shirt from the night before, its familiar scent still clinging to her skin. Slowly, delicately, she lifted the fabric to reveal the gentle curve of her growing belly. Her palm pressed to the warm skin, moving in tender circles. A sigh escaped her lips, and her voice came out soft, almost like
