Morning sunlight crept through the curtains of Raphael’s room, casting a soft glow over the couple lying in bed. Luna was nestled in Raphael’s arms, her face resting gently against his chest, a peaceful smile on her lips. Raphael held her close, his hand resting on her waist, his expression calm and relaxed.A sharp knock on the door broke the tranquility. Raphael’s eyes fluttered open, his body tensing slightly. Luna stirred but didn’t wake.“Who is it?” Raphael called out, his voice groggy.“It’s Madam Catherine, sir,” came the reply. “There’s something for you.”Raphael sighed, carefully untangling himself from Luna. She made a small sound of protest, reaching out for him in her sleep, but he gently kissed her forehead and stood up. He grabbed his robe and tied it around his waist as he made his way to the door.When he opened it, Madam Catherine stood there with a serious expression, holding a small envelope.“This just arrived,” she said, handing it to him. “The man who delivered
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows on the walls. Luna stood near the window in Raphael's room, looking out at the quiet night. Her heart beat faster than she wanted to admit, especially with him standing just a few feet away.Raphael was leaning against the door, his arms crossed as he watched her. There was something in his eyes—something intense and captivating. He stepped forward slowly, his footsteps soft against the floor.“Why are you so quiet, Luna?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.Luna turned, her cheeks warming under his gaze. “I was just... thinking,” she said softly.Raphael smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Thinking about me?”Her cheeks turned red, and she quickly looked away. “No,” she mumbled, though her tone wasn’t convincing.Raphael closed the distance between them in just a few steps, his tall frame towering over her. He reached out, gently lifting her chin with his fingers so she had no choice but to meet his
Aurora finished the last bite of her meal, setting the tray aside with a small sigh of relief. Damian, who had been watching her intently, stood and walked over, his gaze never leaving her.“Good,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “You needed that.”Aurora looked up at him, her expression soft. “Thank you for staying,” she said quietly. “It feels... different having you here.”He leaned down, scooping her up in his arms before she could say another word. Aurora gasped, clutching his shirt as her eyes widened. “Damian!”“You’re staying in my room from now on,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.“What?” Aurora blinked, confused. “But why? I’m fine here!”“No, you’re not,” Damian replied as he carried her toward the door. “I need to keep a closer eye on you. And I don’t want you walking around unnecessarily. You need rest.”Aurora sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing with him. She rested her head against his chest as he carried her up the stairs, his footste
Aurora stirred awake, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the moon outside her window. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the darkness. The tray of food Luna had brought earlier sat untouched on the side table, a stark reminder of how lost she had been in her thoughts.She stretched, her hand instinctively going to her growing belly. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she tried to rise, but before she could swing her legs over the edge of the bed, the door creaked open.Damian stood in the doorway, his tall frame shadowed against the faint hallway light. His piercing gaze locked on her, and without a word, he walked into the room, shutting the door softly behind him.“Damian?” Aurora asked, her voice soft with confusion. “What’s wrong?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he crossed the room, stopping in front of her. His dark eyes roamed over her face, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and thick with emotion. “I couldn’t stay away.”Aurora tilted her h
Aurora lay back on the soft bed, her body still weak but her mind restless. The room was quiet, but her thoughts were loud. She stared at the ceiling, her hand resting gently on her growing belly. She let out a soft sigh, her fingers absentmindedly rubbing circles over her stomach.“Mom…” she whispered into the silence, her voice trembling slightly. “Where are you now? Are you even alive?”Her chest tightened as the memories of her mother filled her mind. She remembered her as a strong woman, always trying to shield her from the harshness of life. But she also remembered the coldness, the pain of being abandoned and sold.“Do you regret it, Mom?” Aurora asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you ever think about me? Or am I just a mistake you’d rather forget?”Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away. She wasn’t sure if she wanted answers to those questions. What if her mother had moved on, living a new life, forgetting all about her? That thought
Luna stood quietly during the playful banter between Raphael and Damian, her soft smile lingering as she watched the joy radiating in the room. As the conversation shifted and laughter faded, she stepped closer to Aurora, her heart swelling with gratitude that her friend was safe and recovering.Without a word, Luna leaned down and hugged Aurora gently, pressing her ear to Aurora’s tummy as if searching for a heartbeat of comfort. Aurora chuckled softly, running her fingers through Luna’s hair.“What are you doing, Luna?” Aurora asked, amused.Luna giggled and looked up. “Just making sure you’re really here,” she said. “I missed you so much, Aurora.”Aurora smiled warmly. “I missed you too. You’ve been taking care of everything, haven’t you?”Luna nodded eagerly. “Of course. Madam Catherine and I made sure the house was ready for you.” She paused and whispered, “And Damian has been different… softer, maybe?”Aurora raised a brow, glancing at Damian, who was watching them with a small,