Evelyn's POV

Evelyn stirred awake to the scent of fresh roses.

For a moment, she blinked at the sight before her, a bouquet of crimson flowers lying across the nightstand, wrapped neatly in white silk, beside a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

A small card rested on top.

“For you and our little one. Don’t forget to smile today. — D.”

Her lips curved slowly, her fingers brushing the edge of the note. Damian had gone back to the office early that morning, leaving before she even woke ...