Adrian's POV The morning sunlight streamed softly through our bedroom curtains, painting golden streaks across the walls. I woke up to the sound of Noah’s gentle breathing beside me, his arm loosely draped over my waist. For a moment, I lay there still, savoring the peace of our quiet home. Life had been moving at a whirlwind pace these past few months, and this, these simple, slow mornings, were what grounded me. My latest book had been released three weeks ago, and in that short time, it had become something I never dared dream of, a bestseller. I had been proud of my past books, of course, but this one felt different. It was deeply personal, rooted in the love, struggles, and triumphs that Noah and I had shared in building our family. It wasn’t just my story, it was ours, and the world seemed to resonate with it in ways that humbled me. As I carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Noah, I could already hear the faint voices of Luca and Emilia in the kitchen. Their laug
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