The first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, painting the room in soft shades of gold and rose. Iva stirred in Caleb's arms, her body still heavy with the exhaustion of the past weeks, but her heart light with a joy she had never known.
She had barely slept.
Every time she closed her eyes, her hand drifted to her stomach, still trying to process the miracle that was growing inside her.
A baby.
Their baby.
A tiny life that was half her, half Caleb, a perfect blend of their love.
Caleb had held her through the night, his arms wrapped around her, his lips pressing occasional kisses to her hair. He hadn't slept much either—she could feel his wakefulness through the bond, the same wonder and disbelief that echoed in her own heart.
"Good morning," he murmured against her ear.
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