LENAThe house was quiet when we came home from the hospital. Too quiet. The kind of silence that hums in your ears, like the world itself is holding its breath.Roman’s hand never left mine, even as he guided me inside, his thumb tracing slow circles over my skin. I could feel the tightness in his body — every step, every breath, the worry he tried to hide.He didn’t speak until the door shut behind us.“Sit down,” he said softly, his voice deeper than usual. “You shouldn’t be on your feet for too long.”“I’m fine,” I said, trying to smile. “It was just exhaustion.”He turned to me then, eyes storm-dark and intense. “Exhaustion doesn’t make you nearly collapse in my arms, Lena.”I swallowed, guilt pooling in my chest. “I’ve just been juggling too much lately. The brand launch, the blog, Isabella, and—”“And you forgot to take care of yourself,” he interrupted, frustration breaking through his calm. “Do you have any idea what that did to me? Seeing you pale and weak, barely able to st
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