ALICE POV
The morning light streamed into the private dining room as I pushed the heavy door open, my hand resting lightly on my bump. The air smelled of fresh coffee, warm bread, and something sweet—probably the pancakes Alex had been devouring before I even made it downstairs. He’d grabbed his coffee, stuffed his mouth with half a pancake in one go, and kissed me on the temple on his way out.
“Morning, bunny,” he’d mumbled through his mouthful, already halfway to the door.
“Morning,” I’d replied. “In a rush?”
“Training,” he said, his words muffled around the food. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
I rolled my eyes, watching as he grabbed his coffee, kissed the top of my head, and bolted out of the room. Typical Alex—always in motion.
Now, the room felt calm, quiet. A reprieve from th
