ISABELLEI woke up to an empty bed.Not unusual. Matt was an early riser by habit — years of schedules that started before the rest of the world had decided to. I stretched slowly, one hand finding the warm indent where he had been, and lay there for a moment in the quiet.My bump was more visible now.Fifteen weeks and the roundness was undeniable. I pressed my palm flat against it the way I always did first thing in the morning.“Good morning,” I said quietly.The door opened.Matt. In his sleep shorts and a simple shirt, standing in the doorway. He stopped when he saw me — sitting up against the pillows, hand on my stomach.Something moved through his expression.“You’re up,” he said.“You left,” I said.“I was getting things ready.” He crossed to the bed and pressed a kiss to my forehead. Then to my stomach. “Good morning.”“Good morning,” I said. “Both of us.”He almost smiled.“Come,” he said. “Let’s get ready and have breakfast.”………Matt and I did our thing and were out of the
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