Naomi’s POV

The next day started with Aurora’s soft cry, I got up and when into the nursery with my robe and carried her up. I rocked her until she fell asleep against my shoulder.

I loved these quiet moments. The early ones, before the world could find me. When the house still smelled like fresh sheets and lavender baby lotion, and nothing demanded more from me than love.

Aurora nuzzled into my collarbone and let out a soft sigh, her tiny hand curling around my thumb, I could've ...