*Lauren*
The first rays of morning light slipped through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked against the brightness, my eyes focusing on the man beside me. Lucas's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and I let out a sigh of relief. Everything that had happened wasn't just a dream; he was here, with me, after everything that I’d put him through.
I had harbored so many doubts, convinced that the rip between us was too big to bridge. Yet here we were, together, the promise of a future stretching ahead—the future that now included our child. My heart swelled at the thought, a mixture of joy and sheer terror at the prospect of motherhood.
But with Lucas by my side, it felt like we could face anything.
His eyes fluttered open, his hair tousled from sleep and his tanned cheeks creased as he smiled at me. My breath caught at the sight—it was like waking up to the dawn itself.
"Good morning," he murmured, voice husky with sleep.