Kamille's POV

I woke to the soft murmur of morning light filtering through the hospital room. Blinking away sleep, I found myself nestled in Zeke's arms, his steady heartbeat beneath my palm. As I stirred, attempting to sit up, Zeke's voice stopped me gently.

"Don't move just yet," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. "Stay here for a moment."

Confused but trusting his tone, I remained still. Then he lifted my hand and rested it on his chest.

“Are you ...