Viya's POV
The next morning, I woke up groggy and disoriented, barely managing to sit up and shove the blanket aside before the doorbell rang.
I shuffled toward the door in my slippers, squinting at the time as I went.
"Oh my! Did I wake you, honey?"
Megan stood in the hallway holding two insulated food carriers, taking in my sleepy appearance with a look of pure affection. "I should have come later. I'm so sorry for disturbing your rest."
"No, no, you're fine."
I rubbed my nose, embarrassed. "It's already noon. I just stayed up way too late last night. Please, come in."
Last night's revelation about the baby had been wonderful, yes—but it had also left my mind spinning in circles.
I'd completely forgotten Megan had mentioned she might stop by today.
Sophia had
