Bella POV
I woke up in Tom's bed with a crick in my neck and the memory of last night flooding back. Tom asking why we couldn't be a real family, Caleb's hand in mine, the way he'd looked at me across our sleeping son.
Tom's bed was empty, sunlight streaming through the windows. I sat up, disoriented, and checked my phone. 9:47 AM. I'd slept past 9 for the first time in years.
I found Tom and Caleb in the kitchen making what appeared to be pancake art.
"Mommy!" Tom held up a plate. "Look, Daddy made a penguin! It's a little weird shaped but he tried really hard."
The pancake did vaguely resemble a penguin if you squinted. "It's perfect, baby."
Caleb looked at me, and I saw the question in his eyes—are we going to talk about last night? I looked away, focusing on pouring coffee.
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