The golden hues of dawn filtered into the master bedroom, painting the walls in soft, warm light. Cristine stirred awake, her body heavy with the comfort of a good night’s rest. She felt a warm hand draped over hers and turned her head to find Andrei still asleep, his breathing steady and calm.
She smiled softly, her heart swelling with a strange yet wonderful mixture of emotions. She couldn’t quite pinpoint when the man who started as a cold stranger became someone she looked forward to seeing each day.
Cristine carefully slid her hand away, trying not to wake him as she got up. She moved to the window, gazing out at the expansive gardens below. Life had taken such unexpected turns—her problems before all of this, her pregnancy, and now the budding connection she and Andrei were slowly
