Aria’s POVI woke up after eight the next morning, the sunlight already filtering through the curtains of Lillian's spare bedroom. I glanced over to find her still sound asleep beside me, her pregnant belly rising and falling with each breath. For a moment, I just watched her, thinking about everything she'd shared yesterday—how she'd traded designer bags for motherhood, how she'd created a family of her own.Carefully, I slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb her. I grabbed my clothes, threw them on, and tiptoed to the bathroom to wash my face. After splashing some cold water on my cheeks, I headed to the kitchen. My cooking skills were limited, to put it mildly, but Lillian's refrigerator had enough basics for me to work with.I pulled out eggs, bacon, sausage, and bread, determined to make us a decent breakfast. As I was flipping the eggs, I heard a soft voice behind me."Aria?" Lillian was leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, her hair tousled from sleep, looking at me
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