Kayla's POV The dream was so warm I almost didn’t want to wake up. I was sitting on a sunny porch, wearing a light summer dress, my baby giggling in my arms. Adrian was beside me, barefoot and smiling, holding a bottle of milk like he was born to do it. There were flowers blooming around the porch, white and lavender, and everything smelled sweet and alive. The baby—our baby—had his eyes. Golden. Bright. Full of light. And for once, I felt... full too. Not hollow, not scared, not broken. Just happy. Then I felt something shift behind me—real, not dream-like. The bed dipped. Warmth pressed against my back. A low breath near my neck. I blinked, the dream slipping through my fingers like water as I turned slightly to find Adrian curling around me, still in his black t-shirt, hair tousled, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips.He apologized for waking me then said the most shocking thing. “I just met a man,” He said softly. “He claims to be Your... grandfather.” I shot up fro
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