Naomi’s POV

I woke up before the alarm—again.

The room was quiet, with soft light filtering through the sheer curtains. Raymond was breathing gently next to me, his arm loosely around my waist. I tried to move quietly, but the dull cramp that had woken me came back.

It wasn’t sharp. Not really. Just… tight.

Uncomfortable.

I sat up slowly, rubbing my belly. The baby moved, a gentle roll under my hand. I sighed and whispered, “Good morning, little one. You’re up ...