The Rose Luna
Rosemary
The room was steeped in a quiet so profound it felt sacred, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting golden shadows across the walls. The faint hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand was the only sound, a gentle reminder of the life sleeping just down the hall, a life that now tied us together in ways I hadn’t yet fully grasped. The day’s chaos had dissolved into this stillness, leaving behind a space where it felt like nothing existed but the two of us. Ethan lay beside me, his presence warm and grounding. The distance that had once stretched between us felt like a distant memory now, a bridge we’d unknowingly crossed to reach this fragile moment of peace.
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