Morning light spilled through the curtains, and Aria woke to the smell of coffee drifting up from the kitchen. Logan's side of the bed was already empty, the sheets cool. She stretched, one hand finding her stomach out of habit, and made her way downstairs. Claire stood at the stove, humming to herself as she flipped pancakes, her robe traded for a soft sweater, her hair pulled back neatly. If anyone had asked, they would have said she looked like a woman who'd slept peacefully through the whole night. "Morning, sweetheart," she said brightly, glancing over her shoulder. "Sit, sit. I'm making pancakes." "You didn't have to do all this," Aria said, easing onto a stool at the island. "Nonsense. You're eating for two." Claire slid a plate in front of her and turned back to the stove. Logan sat at the table already, a mug of coffee in front of him, his eyes on his phone. He looked up when Aria sat down. "Morning," he said, something careful in his voice. "Morning. You get up e
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