Chapter 53 Sunday Slow

• The morning sun filtered through the curtains in golden ribbons, casting a warm glow over the room. Lucas stirred first, blinking slowly, adjusting to the light. Emma was still wrapped around him, her breath warm against his collarbone, her body tucked so perfectly against his like they were puzzle pieces always meant to fit.
• He didn’t want to move—not yet. Not when everything felt this peaceful.
• But the baby monitor had other plans. A little rustle. Then a soft, questioning noise. Then a cry, small and insistent.