Lottie's POV
Stretching out on Knox's bed, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace wash over me. The soft rise and fall of his chest against my back was a comforting rhythm that I had missed more than I realised. His strong arms were draped protectively around me, his hands resting gently on my growing belly. I smiled softly, cherishing the warmth of his embrace. The room was filled with the faint scent of pine and something uniquely Knox—a scent that made me feel at home, minus the grime and filth.
I didn't want to move. Every part of me wanted to freeze this moment in time, to linger in the safety and love that cocooned us. It wasn't just about the hours of intimacy we had shared; it was about being with him, feeling needed, wanted, and cherished. My body seemed to hum with contentment,
