The Last day arrived with the same soft gray drizzle that had wrapped Willow Creek for days. The house on Maple Lane felt smaller than ever with Amina still asleep down the hall. Every creak of the old floorboards, every shift of the rain against the windows, reminded us she was here. Elias woke me the same way he had the day before — curled tight around my back, one arm banded across my chest, the other hand resting low and possessive over my stomach like he was already protecting something that wasn’t there yet. His morning hardness pressed hot and insistent against me.
He didn’t ask. He simply lifted my leg and slid inside me in one slow, deep thrust, both of us exhaling sharply at the stretch. We had to stay quiet. Amina was only twenty feet away.
“Still so full of me from last night
