The morning light filtered gently through the curtains, illuminating the apartment in a soft, golden haze. Grace stretched, feeling the calm energy that seemed to pulse in the quiet corners of their shared space. Jordan was already awake, standing by the window with a cup of coffee in hand, his gaze wandering across the city below.“Morning,” she said softly, moving toward him.“Morning,” he replied, turning to smile at her. His eyes held the same warmth she had come to rely on, a steady reassurance that whatever came, they would face it together.They spent the morning in their usual rhythm, coffee in hand, soft conversation, and shared laughter filling the apartment. But today carried a different weight—a sense of possibility, of forward momentum. They had weathered storms, endured trials, and now, the horizon looked expansive and inviting.After breakfast, Jordan reached for Grace’s hand. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, his tone thoughtful but calm, “it’s time we take the next step.
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