It was five in the evening when Arnav and Raellyn finally returned home from their day out. Perhaps this could be counted as yet another moment of quality time between them. One that unfolded without any particular drama or rigid schedule. It passed like a soft breeze, effortless and light, untouched by complications.
Or maybe… that simplicity no longer applied. Maybe everything was now wrapped in a quiet urgency, an unspoken promise Arnav had made to himself: to ensure his wife’s happiness during the earliest, most delicate phase of her pregnancy.
Their day had started with breakfast at a steakhouse, followed by lunch at a modest, home-style restaurant tucked into a quiet corner of the city. An odd pairing, maybe. But it was precisely what Raellyn had longed for. And despite his silent
