Three Days Later
I wake to the sound of the kettle whistling and the low hum of voices coming from the kitchen.
Ethan is asleep beside me in his bassinet.
And I’m still in bed.
It takes a full minute before that registers.
I push myself up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The scent of fresh coffee drifts through the house, followed by the sound of Noah’s quiet laughter and the low clink of a spoon against ceramic.
When I walk into the kitchen, Liam is already pouring tea into my favorite mug—the one I forgot I had.
“Morning,” he says, without turning around. “Sit. We’ve got breakfast covered.”
I blink. “What… are you doing?”
“Feeding you,” Noah replies simply. “And giving you a chance to breathe.”
There’s fruit already sliced. Toast cooling on a plate. A soft playlist humm
