POV: Adriana
It's been Five months.
Five whole months since Darius and I moved into our very own mansion.
Sometimes I still walke through the hallways in disbelief, my hand brushing over the walls, my footsteps echoing on the marble floor throughoit the house as if I was trying to remind myself that it actually did belong to us.
Yes, Adriana… this is all yours now.
Your home. Your safe place. Your new beginning.
Right now, I was in my Blossom studio upstairs—my favourite room after the bedroom. I sat behind my sketching table, my big baby bump pushing gently against the edge.
My bump was really growing now.
Round. Full. Beautiful.
Darius had taken his “protect the baby at all cost” mission very seriously. Too seriously sometimes.
That man had actually packed up every single pai
