Aria’s POVThe morning light spilled softly through the gauzy curtains, casting a warm glow across the nursery. I stood by the crib, absently straightening the tiny blankets, though they were already perfect. My fingers lingered on the edge of a onesie, imagining her little arms and legs curled inside it, and a soft smile tugged at my lips. The past months had been a blur of fear, adrenaline, and relentless vigilance, but now, as I looked around this peaceful room, I felt a calm that I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in a long time.Rico stepped in quietly behind me, holding two steaming mugs of coffee. His presence, quiet and steady, brought a warmth that went beyond the sunlight filtering through the windows. He handed me a mug without a word, and I took it, feeling the heat seep into my hands.“Good morning,” he said softly, leaning against the doorway. His eyes, steel-gray and yet gentle, scanned the room, lingering on the crib.“Morning,” I replied, my voice still husky from sleep.
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