Naomi's POV

I woke up very early that morning, before everyone else.

No tossing, no discomfort, Just calmness, the night was just too smooth.

This was uncommon these days—not being disturbed by the baby’s movements or the remnants of a thought. But this morning, everything felt unusually gentle.

Raymond was still in bed, his chest rising and falling steadily. I quietly got out of bed, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder before making my way into the hallway.

As I walked down the ...