The morning after, I woke up light, happiness had settled into my bones overnight.

Liam was already awake, propped on his side with his arm resting across my waist like I might roll off the bed without him.

His eyes were soft, but there it was again, that flicker of worry, like he could check the baby’s health with sheer concentration.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered, dragging a fingertip across his chest.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re waiting for me to sneeze wrong so ...