The morning light streamed through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. Lena stirred in bed, blinking slowly as the memories of last night rushed back in. Her chest tightened. The pain wasn’t as painful as before, but it was still there, sitting heavy in her heart.
Grayson sat beside her on the edge of the bed, already dressed for work. His hand rested on her belly, his thumb moving in slow, gentle circles.
"You sure you'll be okay?" he asked, searching her face.
Lena forced a small smile. "I’ll be fine. You should go."
He didn’t look convinced.
"I mean it," she added, squeezing his hand. "Don't worry about me. Just focus on work."
Grayson sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just don’t want you stressing yourself."
"I won’t," she promised.
Still, he hesitated befor
