BELLA'S POV
I wake to sunlight and warmth.
Viktor's arm is wrapped around my waist, his large hand resting protectively over my small bump. His chest rises and falls steadily against my back, his breathing deep and even. For a long moment, I lie still, letting myself exist in that space between sleep and waking where reality hasn't fully settled in yet.
Last night has change something between us.
Not just the physical part...though that cracks my carefully constructed walls more thoroughly than anything else could have. But the after. Viktor drawing a bath with careful hands. Washing my hair like I'm something precious. Dressing me in his shirt and tucking me in like a child. Even staying when I ask him to without hesitation or condition.
That's the part I don't expect.
The Viktor wh
