A Quiet Before the Storm
Diana’s POV
The mansion had never felt like home until now.
The moment I stepped inside dusty ,exhausted ,and soul-worn ,everything that had haunted these walls seemed to fall silent. No shad,ows in the corners. No pulses of old magic. Just quiet.
Real living quiet.
I stood at the threshold for a long moment breathing in the stillness.
Cameron set our bags down beside me. “Feels different doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “Like it finally belongs to us.”
He smiled, and for the first time in a long while, it wasn’t guarded.
We didn’t speak much after that. We didn’t need to.
We just walked upstairs hand in hand into the room we’d never gotten to decorate, where a half-built crib still sat by the window.
The nursery.
I stared at it for a moment, then cros
