Stella
I woke with Caspian's warmth lingering on my skin and the faintest ache in my ribs from tiny feet kicking and not enough sleep.
My hand drifted to my stomach automatically. A small shift greeted my touch—subtle, stubborn, real.
"Good morning to you too," I murmured.
There was movement beside me. Caspian, half-asleep, rolled closer. His arm came around me carefully, his hand settling at my waist, a familiar comfort. He pressed his mouth to my shoulder, warm and unhurried.
"You're awake," he murmured, his voice rough.
"Mm."
"Did you sleep?"
I let out a breath that wasn't quite a laugh. "Define sleep."
He hummed, and his thumb traced a slow line along my side. For a second, my body tried to lean into him completely, like it could forget everything else. But the list of everyth
