Aria’s POV
I woke up after eight the next morning, the sunlight already filtering through the curtains of Lillian's spare bedroom. I glanced over to find her still sound asleep beside me, her pregnant belly rising and falling with each breath. For a moment, I just watched her, thinking about everything she'd shared yesterday—how she'd traded designer bags for motherhood, how she'd created a family of her own.
Carefully, I slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb her. I grabbed my clothes, threw them on, and tiptoed to the bathroom to wash my face. After splashing some cold water on my cheeks, I headed to the kitchen. My cooking skills were limited, to put it mildly, but Lillian's refrigerator had enough basics for me to work with.
I pulled out eggs, bacon, sausage, and bread, d
