Ava’s POV⸻“We might need a bigger library,” I whispered.He froze. His hand on my stomach. Like moving might break it like if he moved, this fragile, impossible moment might disappear.“You’re serious?” he asked softly.I nodded. My throat tightened.But not from fear.He just stared for a while—at me, at my stomach, at the space between us that suddenly felt… full.Too full. Like it held something neither of us knew how to name.Then he laughed. Soft, broken in the middle.Not because it was funny.Just because joy shows up messy sometimes.“I don’t deserve this,” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine.“But I swear… I’ll protect it. You. Both of you. With everything I have.”His hands trembled. But when he kissed me, he didn’t.—That night, he didn’t rush.He touched me like I was something rare. Like he had all the time in the world to learn me again, or maybe for the first time.His lips went to my neck first, just under my jaw.Slow kisses. Open. Warm.I tilted my head
Last Updated : 2025-07-13
