Kaya’s POV
Kaya woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, the quiet hum of the city outside. It had been nearly a week since she moved to London, and each day, the weight of everything seemed to settle a little more. She rolled onto her side, her hand instinctively resting on her growing belly. The baby had been her anchor through all this, the reminder that she had someone to fight for, to live for.
A small smile tugged at her lips. “Good morning, baby,” she whispered softly, rubbing her stomach. “We’ve got a lot to do today.”
She forced herself to sit up, glancing at the clock. It was still early, but Kaya had gotten used to waking up early. Between business calls, meetings, and managing the pregnancy, her days were packed. She grabbed her phone from the nights
