~Esperenza’s POV~ The first thing I felt was warmth. Not from the blanket. From him. Diego’s arm was wrapped around me, firm yet relaxed, like even in his sleep, he knew exactly where I belonged. For a moment… I didn’t move. I just lay there, listening to his breathing. To the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek. To the silence that didn’t feel heavy anymore. My fingers slowly moved, tracing the fabric of his black t-shirt, then his chest beneath it. A small smile formed on my lips. This… This feels different. I've touched him several times but the steadiness and warmth I feel from him hit different today. It doesn't feel rushed or forced. It just feels… ours. It feels the same as I had been feeling since I found out I was going to be a mother again. At first, I didn't know if I was ready or not. But when the result of the last test sank deep into me, I realised how much pain I was in. I wanted to live the time I lost with Asher. Those sleepless nights. Loud cr
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