The soft glow of dawn seeped through the curtains, painting the bedroom in warm, golden hues. The gentle rhythm of Ai's breathing filled the room, steady and soothing. I stirred first, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the soft light.
Turning my head, I saw her. Ai was curled up beside me, her face relaxed and peaceful. Her long lashes rested on her cheeks, her lips slightly parted. Her beauty was otherworldly, even more so in these quiet, vulnerable moments. My chest tightened with overwhelming affection, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
Her hair was slightly tousled from sleep, framing her face in soft waves. The blanket had shifted down, revealing her delicate collarbone and the growing curve of her belly. She was carrying our twins—a symbol of the life and love we were building together.
I couldn't help but reach out, my fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "How did I get so lucky?" I whispered softly, my voice barely audible.
