Now, lying there with Raellyn in his arms and their child quietly growing between them, Arnav’s mind swirled with endless possibilities. Thousands of little scenes, all vivid and impossibly sweet. He could picture a small child with eyes like his or better, like Raellyn’s racing barefoot through the house, giggling under the sunlight in the front garden, sneaking snacks during dinner, dragging them both out for weekend picnics, clinging to Raellyn’s skirt while laughing with a mouth full of mischief.
It was a vision so simple and yet so sacred, and for the first time in a long while, Arnav didn’t feel like running away. He felt like building a home.
Meanwhile, in the quiet of their shared space, Raellyn watched Arnav with a mix of wonder and disbelief.
Since their return from the hospit
