Toby:
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, pulling me from sleep. The air felt lighter despite the day ahead.
I couldn't help but consider that a good omen of the things to come, and as I glanced over at Wit, who was already awake, his gaze fixed on her. His hand rested protectively over her bump, his thumb tracing slow circles.
"She looks calm," he murmured, his voice low to avoid waking her.
"For now," I replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You know how she gets when we're running late," Wit smirked, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"Then we'd better get moving." I had to believe it was true. This day would be the turning point of the chaos in our lives... It had to be.
Her peaceful expression reminded me why we were fighting so hard—for her, E
