KiaraThe next morning, I wake to sunlight spilling across the bed. The rain has stopped, leaving the air cool and clear. Ryder is already up. I can hear him moving around in the kitchen, the faint clatter of dishes.I stretch carefully, one hand brushing against my bump. “Good morning, little one,” I whisper. “Your father is making breakfast. Which means it will either be perfect or slightly burnt.”A soft flutter answers me, a kick, light but definite. I freeze, my breath catching. Then laughter bubbles out of me, pure and startled. “You kicked,” I whisper, pressing my palm against the spot. “You actually kicked.”For a second, I forget everything. The pain, the scars, the past. Now it is just me and him and that tiny, miraculous movement beneath my skin.Ryder appears at the doorway, holding a mug of tea. “What is that smile for?”I look up at him, eyes bright. “He kicked.”He freezes, blinking. “He…really?”“Here.” I grab his hand and guide it to the spot. “Wa
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