The next morning arrived bright and clear. It was the perfect October day with crisp air and golden sunlight.
Aria woke to Damien's text. "Good morning, beautiful. You've got dress shopping at eleven with Sophia. But first… want to see the estate? Just us?"
She smiled and typed back, "Yes. What time?"
"Nine AM," Damien replied. "I'll have breakfast ready."
Meanwhile, Aria got up, showered, and dressed in comfortable clothes which often comprised jeans, a sweater, and a pair of boots. There was still no visible bump. She was eight weeks pregnant, but her secret was still very hidden.
In the kitchen, Damien had made breakfast. Well, truthfully, he ordered it. And it comprised of croissants, fresh fruit, and her ginger tea.
Kissing Aria softly as she came into the kitchen, Damien said.
