The day brought sunshine, warmth, and at thirty-three weeks pregnant, Aria was officially in countdown mode.
Finals were behind her, and she'd passed everything, though not with the stellar grades she'd hoped for. But passing was enough. The degree would be hers in a few weeks, and that was what mattered. She could finally stop pushing herself academically and focus entirely on the one thing that truly mattered: preparing for Emma.
The nursery had become her sanctuary, her refuge, the place where she spent hours each day making everything absolutely perfect.
The "Where Love Lives" sign hung prominently above the crib, as a connection to her father, and a reminder of the kind of home she was building.
Bookshelves lined one wall, filled floor to ceiling with the collection Jennifer had
