Lina's POV
There was a particular kind of morning I never let myself dream about.
The kind where you woke slowly, without an alarm, without a single chore hanging over your head. The kind where sunlight spilled across white sheets and the first thing you felt was warmth at your back and a heavy arm curved possessively around you.
I lived that morning now. Every single day.
"You're awake." Adrian's voice was rough with sleep, his lips finding the mark on my shoulder before I'd even opened my eyes. "Don't move. Not yet."
"I have to move eventually. Your daughter's making me late for breakfast." I pressed back into him with a smile I couldn't stop. "And this one's decided my bladder is a trampoline."
His palm slid to the swell of my belly, spreading wide, reverent. Six mon
