The night started like any other.
Sasha and Rhys had dinner with Elena and Daniel, laughing about wedding plans, arguing about flower colors, dreaming about the future. The baby was twelve weeks now—growing, healthy, strong. Sasha's belly had a small but noticeable curve. She couldn't hide it anymore, and she didn't want to.
"I think we should have the ceremony in the main hall," Elena said. "It's the biggest space. Everyone can fit."
"Too formal," Rhys argued. "The ridge is better. Under the stars."
"The ridge is freezing at night."
"We'll have heaters."
Sasha laughed, listening to them bicker. This was what she had always wanted. Family. Love. Normalcy.
After dinner, she and Rhys walked back to their house, hand in hand. The moon was bright. The stars were out. Haven was quiet.
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