Emma
The morning light filtered through curtains I'd picked out three months ago, painting patterns across sheets that smelled like fabric softener and something uniquely Dominic. I traced the empty space beside me, still warm from where he'd slept. The memory of last night's kiss at the coffee shop lingered on my lips like the sweetest aftertaste.
One kiss. That's all it had taken to shatter the careful walls I'd built between us. One perfectly timed, perfectly honest confession in the place where everything had begun.
I love you, Emma Bennett.
His words echoed in my mind as I stretched, allowing myself a moment of pure, uncomplicated happiness before the day's responsibilities crowded in.
"Mommy! Are you awake?" Lottie's voice carried through the apartment, followed by the patter of
